Page 19 - 1908 November - To Dragma

TO DRAGMA OF ALPHA OMIC RON PI

A VISION

The watch 'twixt eve and morn is passed,
And darkness presses 'round,
No jewelled constellations glow,
No ray of light, no sound.

I look above the dreary waste
Of night where all is still,
And ask, "Does not one single star
Survive the morning's chill?"

A voice replied, indeed a voice,
No accents of a dream:
"Thine eyes were dim but now are bright,
Behold, thy symbols gleam."

A moment, and a vision came
Twas Alpha's burning star
That radiates and quivers
With a message from afar.

And as her never-tiring star
Illumines darkest night,
We cherish Alpha's interests,
Symbol of life and light.

MAY WILCOX.