INSIDE SKY

                              Is there a reason we can think of why
                                      Man should not one day penetrate the inside sky?
                                      Is he a mere earth mortal on the ground
                                      Whose destiny is merely to turn 'round
                                     
                                 With every slow rotation of the earth?
                                      Or is there something in him? some new birth
                                      That will someday deliver him on high
                                      To greet a destiny beyond the sky? the inside sky
                        It must be something which can conquer time.
                                      Poets, moved to build the lofty rhyme,
                                      Affirm a reason for man's life below.
                                      It could not be for naught!  It can't be so!
           

                               We know imagination of itself
                                      Could not be wrought of nothing but the self
                                      That constitutes mere consciousness, to know,
                                      But not to wonder why, nor seek to grow.
       
                                     
                      Materiality could not beget
                                      A lofty soul, a noble mind, and yet
                                      There are those here around us who believe
                                      That man has from his death no kind reprieve--
                                       No destiny beyond the darkened grave--
                                      No element of lasting worth.  They rave
                                      That life is but an idiot's mad tale
                                      Affording naught, no matter how he rail.

                              But this cannot be man's true destiny.
                                      There is within him something we can see
                                      To be of value that will pierce the sky
                                      Whatever he conclude when he asks, "Why?"