"So all night long the storm roared on:
The morning broke without a sun;
In tiny spherule traced with lines
Of Nature's geometric signs,
In starry flake, and pellicle,
All day long the hoary meteor fell;
And when the second morning shone,
We looked upon a world unknown..."
"A prompt, decisive man, no breath
Our father wasted; "Boys, a path!"
Well pleased, (for when did farmer boy
Count such a summons less than joy?
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