Th eAn s w e r e dCa l lby George Elliott Cooley.STAR-DUST awhirl in a vortex,The infinite moving through all;Called to the soul of the atoms;And the Pleiades answered the call!Thus on the earth when our souls thrill,We gather in groups at the call;It’s yearning for love that impels us,It’s the Infinite moving through all.TRUE TRANSMUTATIONIn this world there are people scrambling for coin;There are others, we know, who are seeking for fame.All will-o’-the-wispers seem eager to joinIn this harassing, harrowing, hectoring game.But missing Dame Fortune, they sit down and moan,And oft grumble because through their fingers she flits:They should dig for the tramp’s philosopher’s stone:“I can’t git what I wants, so I take what I gits.”Drawn by Charles W. Kahles.The Annual Dinner.
by George Elliott Cooley.
STAR-DUST awhirl in a vortex,The infinite moving through all;Called to the soul of the atoms;And the Pleiades answered the call!Thus on the earth when our souls thrill,We gather in groups at the call;It’s yearning for love that impels us,It’s the Infinite moving through all.
STAR-DUST awhirl in a vortex,The infinite moving through all;Called to the soul of the atoms;And the Pleiades answered the call!
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TAR-DUST awhirl in a vortex,
The infinite moving through all;
Called to the soul of the atoms;
And the Pleiades answered the call!
Thus on the earth when our souls thrill,We gather in groups at the call;It’s yearning for love that impels us,It’s the Infinite moving through all.
Thus on the earth when our souls thrill,
We gather in groups at the call;
It’s yearning for love that impels us,
It’s the Infinite moving through all.
TRUE TRANSMUTATIONIn this world there are people scrambling for coin;There are others, we know, who are seeking for fame.All will-o’-the-wispers seem eager to joinIn this harassing, harrowing, hectoring game.But missing Dame Fortune, they sit down and moan,And oft grumble because through their fingers she flits:They should dig for the tramp’s philosopher’s stone:“I can’t git what I wants, so I take what I gits.”
TRUE TRANSMUTATION
In this world there are people scrambling for coin;There are others, we know, who are seeking for fame.All will-o’-the-wispers seem eager to joinIn this harassing, harrowing, hectoring game.But missing Dame Fortune, they sit down and moan,And oft grumble because through their fingers she flits:They should dig for the tramp’s philosopher’s stone:“I can’t git what I wants, so I take what I gits.”
In this world there are people scrambling for coin;There are others, we know, who are seeking for fame.All will-o’-the-wispers seem eager to joinIn this harassing, harrowing, hectoring game.But missing Dame Fortune, they sit down and moan,And oft grumble because through their fingers she flits:They should dig for the tramp’s philosopher’s stone:“I can’t git what I wants, so I take what I gits.”
In this world there are people scrambling for coin;
There are others, we know, who are seeking for fame.
All will-o’-the-wispers seem eager to join
In this harassing, harrowing, hectoring game.
But missing Dame Fortune, they sit down and moan,
And oft grumble because through their fingers she flits:
They should dig for the tramp’s philosopher’s stone:
“I can’t git what I wants, so I take what I gits.”
Drawn by Charles W. Kahles.The Annual Dinner.
Drawn by Charles W. Kahles.The Annual Dinner.
Drawn by Charles W. Kahles.
The Annual Dinner.