THE STAR-LAMPS.
Have you ever watched the star-lamps
As their light burns dim and low,
When the morn to earth returning
Sets the eastern sky aglow?
Have you noticed how they flicker
While the sun-god, coming back,
Scatters rosy beams of daylight
All along his shining track?
Have you ever tried to count them
As they vanished out of sight,
While the gray to blue was changing
In the dawning, soft and bright?
Have you ever guessed how lonely
All the long, dark night would be,
If no star-lamps sweetly gleaming
In the distance we could see?
Have you ever thought who hung them
In the sky so far away,
And who keeps them brightly burning
Till the coming of the day?
Ruth Argyle.