IT comforts me through all my days
To know that on this strange old earth,
On which we two found human birth,
I have a friend who cares for me.
Not a high God, serene and just,
Who from His calm sure place of bliss
Looks down from His world into this,
And burns me that I grow more white.
But just a man, so strong and dear—
How dear the stars know in the sky,