LAST night I looked into the starry spaces
Where the old gods their golden kingdom held,
When they had not veiled their glorious faces,
And none among the nations had rebelled;
When the young heart saw not with darkened vision
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Of midnight thought and dream, but felt
The visible presence of gods: our mission
Is the same that lit their souls who knelt
To Zeus and to the archer god Apollo, -
To guard upon the altars of our love
The ancient faith, the prophet band to follow
Whose torches flashing o'er the heights of truth
Became the ages, natal stars; but ne'er shall we
Behold their radiant gods illume our youth.
W.
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Undergraduate Literary Exercises in Sanders Theatre.
