Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night,
While half the world is lapp’d in downy dreams,
And round the lattice creep your midnight beams,
How sweet to gaze upon your placid eyes,
In lambent beauty looking from the skies.
R. Montgomery.
Stars, wherefore do ye rise?
To light thy spirit to the skies.
J. Montgomery.
When up to nightly skies we gaze,