1NIGHT on the Prairies;I walk by myself—I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I never realized before.2Now I absorb immortality and peace,I admire death and test propositions.3How plenteous! How spiritual! How resumé!The same Old Man and Soul—the same old aspi- rations, and the same content.4I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not-day exhibited,I was thinking this globe enough, till there tumbled upon me myriads of other globes.5Now while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me, I will measure myself by them,And now, touched with the lives of other globes, arrived as far along as those of the earth,Or waiting to arrive, or passed on farther than those of the earth,I henceforth no more ignore them than I ignore my own life,Or the lives on the earth arrived as far as mine, or waiting to arrive.6O how plainly I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me—as the day cannot,O I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
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