1925, by Rudyard Kipling
IN FAITHS and Food and Books and Friends Give every soul her choice. For such as follow divers ends In divers lights rejoice. There is a glory of the Sun ('Pity it passeth soon!) But those whose work is nearer done Look, rather, towards the Moon. There is a glory of the Moon When the hot hours have run; But such as have not touched their noon Give worship to the Sun. There is a glory of the Stars, Perfect on stilly ways; But such as follow present wars Pursue the Comet's blaze. There is a glory in all things; But each must find his own, Sufficient for his reckonings, Which is to him alone.