Dream Your Dreams, O Youth

There are crystal-flame worlds to conquer;

There are kingdoms no king has dreamed;

For stars are worlds without number--

Forested ... peopled ... streamed.

Men who resemble earthlings

Will someday meet you in space--

Not forms into humans evolving,

But men with the Gods' own grace.

The sky with its crowds of planets

Is yours, O youth! Let your veins

Be plunged with adventure's fire--

Dare! Grasp the cosmic reins

And from planet to planet space-travel!

Till then, though the distance be far,

You can saddle the tail of a comet

And lasso a shooting star.