Wednesday, January 25, 2012



The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.

-- William Cullen Bryant, Hymn to the North Star
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