THE golden glow is paling Between the cloudy bars; I'm watching in the twilight To see the little stars. I wish that they would sing to-night Their song of long ago; If we were only nearer them, What might we hear and know! Are they the eyes of Angels, That always wake to keep A loving watch above us, While we are fast asleep? Or are they lamps that God has lit From His own glorious light, To guide the little children's souls Whom He will call to-night? We hardly see them twinkle In any summer night, But in the winter evenings They sparkle clear and bright. Is this to tell the little ones, So hungry, cold, and sad, That there's a shining home for them, Where all is warm and glad? More beautiful and glorious, And never cold and far, Is He who always loves them, The Bright and Morning Star. I wish those little children knew That holy, happy light! Lord Jesus, shine on them, I pray, And make them glad to-night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH QUATRAIN: HERRICK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES TO SAMUEL ROGERS IN WALES ON EVE OF BASTILLE DAY 1791 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |