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...EARTH'S ANSWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT FESTUBERT: THE OLD GERMAN LINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN KASSANDRA PROPHESIES by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |