Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night
Sarah Williams, last lines of the fourth paragraph of the poem The Old Astronomer to His Pupil. Exact date unknown, Williams died in 1868 (via cwnl)
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