As on a hill-top near the sun...

As on a hill-top near the sun

The stars are unseen, every one,

While from its base within the valley

Their festal pomp is e'en now begun;

So lowly lives‘ mid shadows passed

Have higher skies above them massed,

See galaxies and constellations —

The many mansions o'er them englassed.

Encamped am I; earth's not my home.

The glory flashing‘ neath yon dome,

Refusing to be leashed, like music,

Supernal is, and it beckons, Come!