The rich made poor, the poor made blessed.
Twilight’s beauteous mantle now
The earth enwraps, near and afar—
Casts her influence o’er each brow,
While peeps from heaven a single star!
That star to some is life and hope,
To others though, despair and gloom—
Each twinkle reads the horoscope
Of life, from cradle to the tomb!
Night now takes Twilight by the hand