They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.

If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now