Dad and I picked her up to go and see some carols by the river during the week. We stopped to look at the message in the Starlight room widow that mum had noticed that morning.
Merry Christmas to you too Captain Starlight we all thought.
|"It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails not;||20|
|I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence;|
|I project myself—also I return—I am with you, and know how it is.|
|Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;|
|Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd;|
|Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d;||25|
|Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood, yet was hurried;|
|Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and the thick-stem’d pipes of steamboats, I look’d."|