The moon does not shine as brightly as the sun, for God lets it be dark at night, that we may rest and sleep soundly.
Who could count the stars?—No one but God. He knows their names and their number too. When we look at the moon and stars, let us think, How great God is! Yet he cares for the little birds, and loves little children.
CHILD.
I saw the glorious sun arise
From yonder mountain gray;
And as he travel’d through the skies,
The darkness went away;
And all around me was so bright,
I wish’d it would be always light.