"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."