And you never jostle with your baby-brood,
While they learn the praises of the Loving God.
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, little earth-world,
Flying towards the Pleiades bright unfurled;
While we sing Love’s anthem, shouting it afar;
And a tender chorus swells for thee, O star!
[ROSES]
Sweet roses! and they bloomed as pure