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be seen but the sun, which appears as a small star. 
On and on we flj, and still its light seems undimin¬ 
ished. 
What a wonderful thing light is! How little it 
loses as it leaps across the densely dark chasm ! Tlie 
interstellar space is black darkness, no light but that 
of an occasional comet and that of the stars, now 
greatly diminished, for their twinkle is lost. 
Is it not a beautiful thought that the starry heavens 
are a source of never-ending wonder to all ages and 
at all times ? The mother and the child in her arms 
alike behold and wonder; the youth and maiden, the 
unlettered and the scientist grow gray in study and 
contemplation. All behold with admiration and curi¬ 
osity. 
You, in the twentieth century, may look upon the 
same stars which Abraham’s faith counted, which 
Moses beheld from the plains of Midian, about which 
Homer sang, or Yirgil wrote, or the Hibelungs 
chanted—the book of all people in all ages—the cre¬ 
ation of the All in all, who “stretcheth out the 
heavens as a curtain.” 
