For, what more do we have than that
To rest awhile upon
When we grow weary looking at
The stars up over yon;
The ground is there for us to rest
Our feet on or our backs;
To stand up when we're at our best
Or lie down and relax;
The stars are there no matter what
We do on clearest nights
And better open eyes than shut
To focus on those heights
That dizzy us by what we see
In looking out so far;
But that's how it's supposed to be,
At least from where we are.
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