But of all popular names I do not think any The 

 is more apt and pleasant than that common to 

 the Swedish peasantry, who call the Galaxy 

 Winter Gatani.e., 'Winter Street.' It is 

 the Winter Street we must all travel some 

 day, if the old poets say true, when the green 

 grass grows on our quiet beds, when the 

 loudest wind will not fret the silence in our 

 tired minds, and when day and night are 

 become old forgotten dreams. May we too 

 find it the Pathway of Peace . . . not the 

 least beautiful of the names of the Milky 

 Way, not the least beautiful of the legends 

 connected with that lovely wonder of our 

 nocturnal skies. 



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