Through the long day the sun has burned the plain,
      Now evening dims my uncompleted way;
      Here on this stone I find a welcome rest,
      While one by one the far-off lamps appear,
      Streaming along the highways of the sky.
    
      Thou rising moon, ye points of steady flame,
      And ye that tremble deep within the blue;
      How many times your fires have beaconed me
      When, save for them, the vault was chill and bare!
      But now, I know not why, a clearer sight
      Comes to mine eyes, the quickened ear doth catch
      A sound of universal, throbbing life
      Filling the inter-planetary space.
    
      I see what seems a vastly winding stair
      That bridges the abyss from star to star.
      Downward it turns to primal worlds which knew
      Of man the small beginning, from our globe
      It mounts and mounts unto a purer sphere,
      Still winding, winding till my sight doth fail,
      My mind, a bird presuming to out-fly
      His kind, with feeble flutter backward falls.
    
      Ever the giant stairway teems with life,
      Ever th' evolving throngs move slowly higher;
      Each sphere, its use fulfilled, then yieldeth up
      Its hosts unto the next. The humble shape
      Of crudest mineral becomes a plant,
      That sluggish, unaspiring, to the rock
      Doth cling and now reluctant leaves its home,
      Onward impelled by some deep inner urge
      That draweth all things to their hidden source.
    
      Hark! Yonder world doth palpitate with life
      In shapes diverse and manifold but still
      Manu, the thinker, graces not the scene;
      Our green-robed earth that daily turns to meet
      Her Lord on high, cradled her own fair child,
      The fitting consummation of the past.
      His birth the higher spheres rejoiced to see
      And sounded forth the glad harmonious notes.
    
      Man moveth on the upward steep, the hosts
      Of light, those earlier climbers, stooping low,
      Fain would make smooth the well known way, guide him
      To safety through the perils dire which stay
      His bruised feet; but strange contrariety
    
      Is his to spurn full oft the proffered hand.
      So toileth man and many needless woes
      He wears upon him, yet I see him stand,
      As after weary ages of ascent,
      And know the topmost stair. And now behold!
      He bendeth down to strive with souls perverse.