|SOFT, gentle gleams float from that distant star,
Whose mellow light sinks down into the soul,
Leading it onward to its cherished goal,
Though difficult the journey and so far.
Yet on it presses, tossed amid the jar
Of they who form Ambition's lengthy roll;
Each striving hard to rise above the whole,
While pressing on towards Hope's beckoning star.
And when at last one stretches forth his hand
To grasp his prize, so beautiful, so grand__
Lo! onward through the marsh of time it glides
And leaves an empty hand grasping the air;
When on again, more resolute he strides__
Soon lost, at length he sinks down from despair.
__James A. DeMoss
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)