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Thames Star, Volume XIX, Issue 5643, 26 February 1887, Page 1

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THE STABS ABE IN THE SKY ALL DAY.

The stars are in the sky all day, Each linked coil of Milky Way, And every planet that we know, Behind the sun are circling slow; ... They sweep, they climb with ttatflly tread, Verms the fair, and Mars the red, Saturn engirdled with clear light-, Or Jupiter with moons of white..Each knows his path and keeps due trysfc ; Not even the smallest star is missed From those wide fields of deeper sky Which gleam and flash mysteriously, As if God's outstretched fingers must| Havii sown them thick with diamond datb i There are they all day long, but we, San-blinded, have no eyes to see.

The stars are in the sky all day; But when the sun has gone away, And hovering shadows cool the west, And call the sleepy birds to rest, And heaven grows softly dim and dun— Into its darkness one by one Steal forth those starry Bliapes all fair— We say steal forth, but they were there! There all day long, unseen, vngueased, Cltnibing the sky from east and west. The angels saw them where they hid, And so, per Saps, the eagles did, For they can face the sharp sun-ray, Nor wink, nor heed to loak away; But we, blind mortals, gazed from far, And did not Bee a single star.

I wonder if the world is full Of other secrets beautiful, As little guessed, as hard to see, As this sweet starry myßtery! Do angels veil themselves in space, And make the sun their hiding-place ? '■'. Do white wings flash as spirits go On heavenly errands to anci fro, While we, down-looking, never guess ■ > How near our lives they crowd arid press ?.,, If so, at life's set we may see Into the dusk Bteal noiselessly Sweet faceß that we used to know, Dear eyes like stars that softly glow, Dear hands stretched but to point the way, And deem the night more fair than day.