The moon calls to the Atlantic and the mighty seas lift
themselves in great tidal waves as they follow their mistress
round the globe. It calls with equal insistence to the wayside
pool and this passing reminder of yesterday’s shower yields not
an inch. The dust speck dances in the sunlight impudently or
ignorantly defiant of the law which holds the earth with a grip
of steel as it goes bounding along through a wilderness of stars
held steady by the same hand. Be it big enough and noble enough,
it knows how to obey.--JOHN H. WILLEY.
(2217)