Salt Lake Times | 1890-09-05 | Page 4 | The Stars

THE STARS. What are their years? The night's unfathomed deep , Kings back no answer, gi ea no glimmering key; And still unknown, and beautiful, they keep The silent courbe of eternity. What are memories of creation's days, Vum startled chaos, from It kingdoms hurled, First knew Its master, and with glad amaze They tang the birth-song of our trembling world? , What have they looked on since, with patient eyes, While million years uncounted rollea away? Who claims antiquity for man that dies, Be'oru auca re-oida 0 the past ai they! Can they to man his mystery explain, The why, tiie whsuce, of his uncertain State? Unlock the riddle that be reads in vain, And clear the tangled problem of his fate! Can they a fashion to the future give, And tell the whitlier of man's anxious quest? Mako life a less than weariness to love. Or stay the hazard of his wild unrest? Oh stars! what midnight message do ye bear To minds grown weary with the years' increase? in-crease? The wistful eyes that watch you shining there, Look out of troubled hearts that know not peace.