The night of materialism wanes.—Science and Health, p. 562.
Half of the land is mine, and half the sea,
For I keep pace with day. and day with me:
The darkness and the light
Are dreams of wrong and right:
And, when he sinks below the western brine,
The sun's white throne is mine.
And in his seat I set my warrior shield,
Or hunting-horn upon his azure field.
Or, sailing brave as he
On the celestial sea.
My golden boat before the wind is driven
O'er the dark waves of heaven.
