THOUGHT

GERTRUDE RING HOMANS.

Nothing but thought can scale the stars,
Though bird-men hover high,
To ravel the riddle why ruddy Mars
Should flare like a great red eye.

Nothing but thought as far can leap
As the nebulous milky way
To tell how the misty star-paths sweep
'Round the central orb of day.

Nothing but thought its poise can hold
In the track of the comet's rush,
Projected out of the ether cold
Through the blue empyrean hush.

And nothing but thought beyond can rise
With its own desire as wings
To the infinite Mind-cause, ever wise,
And voice what the cosmos sings.

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