The Stars Are Coming

 THE STARS ARE COMING

"See, the stars are coming
In the far blue skies;
Mother, look! they brighten;
Are they angels' eyes?"

"No, my child; the lustre
Of the stars is given,
Like the hues of flowers.
By the God of heaven."

"Mother, if I study,
Sure He'll make me know
Why the stars He kindled,
O'er our earth to glow?"

"Child! what God created,
Has a glorious aim;
Thine it is to worship, -
Thine to love His name."