Those Twinkling Stars
From Godey’s Lady’s Book, September, 1849, pg. 214
Those twinkling, twinkling, trembling stars,
How pure and bright they shine!
Now one is falling!—’tis a car,
Sped by a hand divine,
To bear some guardian angel near
Some suffering saint, still lingering here.
And those which yet retain their place
Are angel watch-towers still;
Some guardian angel’s smiling face
Still looks through each at will;
And, ever and anon, a tear
Becomes a trembling dew-drop here.