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Whitney (search for this): chapter 219
62. Per Tenebras Lumina. by Mrs. Whitney. I know how, through the golden hours, When summer sunlight floods the deep, The fairest stars of all the heaven Climb up, unseen, the effulgent steep. Orion girds him with a flame; And king-like, from the eastward seas, Comes Aldebaran, with his train Of Hyades and Pleiades. In far meridian pride, the Twins Build, side by side, their luminous thrones; And Sirius and Procyon pour A splendor that the day disowns. And stately Leo, undismayed, With fiery footstep tracks the Sun, To plunge adown the western blaze, Sublimely lost in glories won. I know, if I were called to keep Pale morning watch with grief and pain, Mine eyes should see their gathering might Rise grandly through the gloom again. And when the winter solstice holds In his diminished path the sun-- When hope, and growth, and joy are o'er, And all our harvesting is done-- When, stricken like our mortal life, Darkened and chill, the year lays down The summer beauty that she wore, Her
Pleiades (search for this): chapter 219
62. Per Tenebras Lumina. by Mrs. Whitney. I know how, through the golden hours, When summer sunlight floods the deep, The fairest stars of all the heaven Climb up, unseen, the effulgent steep. Orion girds him with a flame; And king-like, from the eastward seas, Comes Aldebaran, with his train Of Hyades and Pleiades. In far meridian pride, the Twins Build, side by side, their luminous thrones; And Sirius and Procyon pour A splendor that the day disowns. And stately Leo, undismayed, With fiery footstep tracks the Sun, To plunge adown the western blaze, Sublimely lost in glories won. I know, if I were called to keep Pale morning watch with grief and pain, Mine eyes should see their gathering might Rise grandly through the gloom again. And when the winter solstice holds In his diminished path the sun-- When hope, and growth, and joy are o'er, And all our harvesting is done-- When, stricken like our mortal life, Darkened and chill, the year lays down The summer beauty that she wore, Her
Hyades (search for this): chapter 219
62. Per Tenebras Lumina. by Mrs. Whitney. I know how, through the golden hours, When summer sunlight floods the deep, The fairest stars of all the heaven Climb up, unseen, the effulgent steep. Orion girds him with a flame; And king-like, from the eastward seas, Comes Aldebaran, with his train Of Hyades and Pleiades. In far meridian pride, the Twins Build, side by side, their luminous thrones; And Sirius and Procyon pour A splendor that the day disowns. And stately Leo, undismayed, With fiery footstep tracks the Sun, To plunge adown the western blaze, Sublimely lost in glories won. I know, if I were called to keep Pale morning watch with grief and pain, Mine eyes should see their gathering might Rise grandly through the gloom again. And when the winter solstice holds In his diminished path the sun-- When hope, and growth, and joy are o'er, And all our harvesting is done-- When, stricken like our mortal life, Darkened and chill, the year lays down The summer beauty that she wore, Her
Leo (search for this): chapter 219
62. Per Tenebras Lumina. by Mrs. Whitney. I know how, through the golden hours, When summer sunlight floods the deep, The fairest stars of all the heaven Climb up, unseen, the effulgent steep. Orion girds him with a flame; And king-like, from the eastward seas, Comes Aldebaran, with his train Of Hyades and Pleiades. In far meridian pride, the Twins Build, side by side, their luminous thrones; And Sirius and Procyon pour A splendor that the day disowns. And stately Leo, undismayed, With fiery footstep tracks the Sun, To plunge adown the western blaze, Sublimely lost in glories won. I know, if I were called to keep Pale morning watch with grief and pain, Mine eyes should see their gathering might Rise grandly through the gloom again. And when the winter solstice holds In his diminished path the sun-- When hope, and growth, and joy are o'er, And all our harvesting is done-- When, stricken like our mortal life, Darkened and chill, the year lays down The summer beauty that she wore, Her
Orion (search for this): chapter 219
62. Per Tenebras Lumina. by Mrs. Whitney. I know how, through the golden hours, When summer sunlight floods the deep, The fairest stars of all the heaven Climb up, unseen, the effulgent steep. Orion girds him with a flame; And king-like, from the eastward seas, Comes Aldebaran, with his train Of Hyades and Pleiades. In far meridian pride, the Twins Build, side by side, their luminous thrones; And Sirius and Procyon pour A splendor that the day disowns. And stately Leo, undismayed, With fiery footstep tracks the Sun, To plunge adown the western blaze, Sublimely lost in glories won. I know, if I were called to keep Pale morning watch with grief and pain, Mine eyes should see their gathering might Rise grandly through the gloom again. And when the winter solstice holds In his diminished path the sun-- When hope, and growth, and joy are o'er, And all our harvesting is done-- When, stricken like our mortal life, Darkened and chill, the year lays down The summer beauty that she wore, Her