Author Ludwig Lewisohn Unto a heavenly course decreed, Star of the darkness take no heed. Roll onward through this time and range! Its woe to thee be far and strange! To utmost worlds thy light secure: No pity shall thy soul endure! But one command is thine: be pure! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments