HUMILITY.

HUMILITY.
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Ensainting all the visible world, the dim
And reticent night upon the harvest lands
In silent benediction lays its hands;
Curved as the chine of a great beast, the grim
Hill heaves against the sky its shaggy rim-
One of the nights when Jupiter commands
Stars as the sea’s incalculable sands,
Veiling their fires in fealty to him.
Out of the shadow-land my spirit
I send Into that giant scheme,
if I may know The meaning and the majesty aright.
In vain, alas! I cannot comprehend,
So turn me to the earth again, and, lo!
A glow-worm proffering its friendly light.
-Ina Lillian Peterson.