Go count the stars! Whirling worlds of light, Endless balls of fire, Lonely Evening Star, Dancing Morning Star, Silvery necklaces in a jewel box of mist For the wedding of an angel to an earth-daughter. Pray, is there one who can count the stars? Go count the unborn souls! Many are the cherubs at Michael's Gate, Awaiting their chubby bodies and a mother's arms. So in their day flitted Caesars, Napoleons, Alexanders whilst cherub Miltons chanted, "We are Michael's angels, sweet Michael's angels." Pray, is there one who can count the unborn souls? |