Poems (Procter)/Shining Stars
SHINING STARS.
HINE, ye stars of heaven, On a world of pain!See old Time destroying All our hoarded gainAll our sweetest flowers, Every stately shrine,All our hard-earned glory, Every dream divine!Shine, ye stars of heaven, On the rolling years!See how Time, consoling, Dries the saddest tears,Bids the darkest storm-clouds Pass in gentle rain,While upspring in glory Flowers and dreams again!
Shine, ye stars of heaven, On a world of fear!See how Time, avenging, Bringeth judgment here:Weaving ill-won honors To a fiery crown;Bidding hard hearts perish; Casting proud hearts down.
Shine, ye stars of heaven, On the hours' slow flight!See how Time, rewarding, Gilds good deeds with light;Pays with kingly measure; Brings earth's dearest prize;Or, crowned with rays diviner, Bids the end arise!