God's presence through the twilight stillness glides,
To spirits vocal--silent to the ear;
He calls by name each fair star where it hides,
And each star brightens, as it answers 'Here!'
Though we too call the stars, they answer not,
They do not softly come like children shy
At a fond parent's calling, for, I wot,
We do not know what names God calls them by.
[Illustration: THE GREAT TELESCOPE AT LICK OBSERVATORY.]