The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
It was the special purpose of Christ's appearance upon earth to bring immortality to light.
Every day you must arise and say to your heart, I have suffered enough and now I must live because the light of the sun must not be wasted, it must not be lost without an eye to appreciate it.
How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.
So many bright stars, bright in life, burn out quickly.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.