for the beholder knows

    not if  velocity and  direction it will ever

    revisit tem, since its orbit does not look like a returning

    curve -- s steam cloud like a banner streaming behind in

    golden and silver hs, like many a downy cloud which I have

    seen, s masses to t -- as

    if traveling demigod, take

    t sky for train; whe iron

    like the

    eart, and breatrils

    (o the

    ne kno seems as if t a race

    noo in it.  If all  seems, and men made the

    elements ts for noble ends!  If t hangs

    over tion of heroic deeds, or as

    beneficent as t he

    elements and Nature heir

    errands and be t.

    I che same feeling

    t I do the sun, which is hardly more regular.

    train of clouds stretching far behind and rising higher and

    o o Boston, conceals

    te and casts my distant field into the shade, a

    celestial train beside rain of cars whe

    eart tabler of the iron horse

    er morning by t of tars amid the

    mountains, to fodder and eed.  Fire, too, was awakened

    to put tal  in  he

    enterprise  as it is early!  If the snow lies deep,

    trap on  plow, plow a furrow

    from tains to the cars, like a

    folloless men and floating

    mercry for seed.  All day teed flies

    over try, stopping only t er may rest, and I am

    a snort at midnight, when in some

    remote glen in ts ts incased in ice and

    snoar, to