Stefanik

When to the stars a boy he lift At home his dreaming eye, It was as if he would there read His own fate in the sky.

He left his mother and his home, To journey far he dares— I’m going to seek my star, he says, And searches in the stars.

The Venus attracted him not Nor Lyre nor the Cross— “Where is the star of mine?’ he thinks And prying on he goes.

The blazed up Mars with a great red flame, The world in fire lies; But through the gloom and doom he sees A great new star arise.

“It is the star of Liberty, This is my star,” he cried, And with a strong voice he calls his boys: “To arms on my side!”

The fortune wavered up and down As the billows on the sea, Yes, on his country shines at last The Star of Liberty!

“To home—to mother!” now he shouts And flew in a wingéd car— From heights he embraced his country dear And fell down as a star.