The Poetry of Real Life | ||
THE STARS.
The stars come forth, a silent hymn of praiseTo the great God, and, shining every one,
Make up the glorious harmony, led on
By Hesperus, their chorister: each plays
A part in the grand concert with its rays,
And yet so stilly, modestly, as none
Claimed to himself aught of the good thus done
By all alike, each shining in his place;
Each has his path, there moves unerringly,
Nor covets empty fame. Do we as they:
Let each soul lend its utmost light, each play,
In the grand concert of humanity,
Its destined part: then mankind on its way
Shall move as surely as those stars on high!
The Poetry of Real Life | ||