 | The heavenly guest with other unpublished writings |  |
WHITTIER
Fame lays her golden trumpet to her lipsAnd breathes a name the world perforce must hear.
“Listen,” she whispers in its drowsy ear,
“Here is a light shall suffer no eclipse;
A crescent with its glory just begun,
A spark from the great central fire sublime,
A crescent that shall orb into a sun
And burn in splendor through the mists of Time!
For I will set it, glittering clear, among
The galaxy of great names hung on high
Like steadfast stars upon the midnight sky,
To hold its place amid the dazzling throng,
Dauntless and deathless on the heavenly height,
For all men's homage, wonder, and delight.”
| The heavenly guest with other unpublished writings | |