Poems (Dunn)/Starlight

by Sarah Jane Dunn

STARLIGHT.

H! do let us come to the window to-night,
And watch the stars shining, so lovely and bright;
How they sparkle like gems in the dark, dark sky!
Oh! do come and see them, so very, very high.
But, above the stars, and above the moon,
Up there, is our own little Baby gone.

Our own little Baby, that we loved so well,
And wanted to keep him with us to dwell.
His face was so fair, and his eyes so bright,
That we could not believe he was lost to our sight;
But our Saviour called him, to sit near His Throne,
So, up there, our dear little brother has gone.

We saw him placed with a sheet o'er his head:
Dear Baby will never wake up here, we said.
So we gathered sweet lilies, and roses fair,
To strew in his coffin, when he was laid there.
Oh! it was a sad day, when they took him away,
To be laid in the grave till the last great day.

His soul does not lie in the dark, cold grave,
His pure little spirit has flown up above,
Has gone to the home "of the King of kings,"
Where our little lamb as an angel sings:
And there, when life and its trials are passed,
May parents and children all meet at last!