The stars adorn the heaven at night,
They beautify with gleaming light
The sky of dismal hue;
They shiver in the icy cold,
They are, and were in ages old,
Embellishing the blue.
They hide themselves from their bright lord,
As from the Garden's fiery sword
And incandescent flame;
And tho' we do not see their fire
When sunshine dims the heavenly quire
They are always, all the same.
Behold these messengers of peace!
Belligerent man, your fighting cease,
And do your kind no harm;
Look heavenward; stars do not fight,
But grant a respite to the night;
In heaven, at least, is calm.