To Bertha

Along the changing road of lifeWhich stretches forth into the night,How many stars there are to lightThe path I tread.

Above my head the stars shine forthAnd cast their rays to guide my feet;A trillion rays combine and meetJust where I walk.

These little stars their influence shedAnd much I am is light from them;A beaming radiance from them stemsTo light my road.

I know how much their light has meantUnto my soul, perplexed within;How every twinkle calms the dinWhich o’er me rolls.

Yet in the vast bespangled domeThere is but one Sweet Evening Star,And when the night is spent and far—The Morning Star.