Have you ever watched the star-lamps 

As their light burns dim and low, 

When the morn to earth returning 

Sets the eastern sky aglow?

Have you noticed how they flicker 

While the sun-god, coming back,

Scatters rosy beams of daylight 

All along his shining track?

Have you ever tried to count them

As they vanished out of sight, 

While the gray to blue was changing

In the dawning, soft and bright?

Have you ever guessed how lonely 

All the long, dark night would be,

If no star-lamps sweetly gleaming 

In the distance we could see?

Have you ever thought who hung them 

In the sky so far away, 

And who keeps them brightly burning 

Till the coming of the day?

Ruth Argyle.