SHINES the moon, thee stars are glowing, The night sweeps on o'er hill and plain; In the tattered book before me I read, and read them once again. Ancient words of promise holy, And loud at last they speak to me "As the stars of heaven—my people And as the sand beside the sea." Lord Almighty Thou hast spoken, Unchanging is Thy holy will, Ev'rything at Thy commandment His own appointed place shall fill. Yes, dear Lord, we're sand and pebbles, We're scattered, underfoot and trod, But the stars, the bright and sparkling, The stars, the stars,—where are they, God? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE HOUSE OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ASTRONOMY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE |