Part III.
To my God-children,
JEANNETTE FRANCES
AND
CHARLES EMERSON.
A LITTLE LESSON.
LOOK up, dear child, to the happy stars
That glitter in heavenly spaces;
No discord their lovely order mars,
None covet their neighbors' places;
Yet some flash out on the wide, dark night,
And some just shimmer with faint, sweet light.
That glitter in heavenly spaces;
No discord their lovely order mars,
None covet their neighbors' places;
Yet some flash out on the wide, dark night,
And some just shimmer with faint, sweet light.
It matters little so each but shine
With all the strength it can gather;
The gleam of the least is a gift divine,
Hot mighty but precious rather;
No star its fellow-stars envies or shames,
And the dear Lord calleth them all by their names.
With all the strength it can gather;
The gleam of the least is a gift divine,
Hot mighty but precious rather;
No star its fellow-stars envies or shames,
And the dear Lord calleth them all by their names.