And from the wall beside the sea
Curl mist and myriad broken wings.
Such gift you give to me!
STARS
I
When joys were vivid I did sit
Within a golden field,
And there I pulled the whitest stars
Green earth can yield.
II
For Bethlehem those stars were named,
The Lord Christ sat with me;
And I was little and I leaned
Upon His knee.
III
Now I am old and joys are gone,
Christ in this room I find
Who brings from distant Bethlehem
Stars for His blind.