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Then the reaper goes along
Singing forth a merry song,

While I light the shaking leaves
And the yellow harvest sheaves.

THE STARS ARE COMING.

See, the stars are coming
In the far blue skies ;
Mother, look, they brighten.

Are they angels’ eyes?

No, my child, the lustre
Of the stars is given,
Like the hues of flowers,

By the God of heaven.

Mother, if I study,
Sure he’ll make me know
Why the stars he kindled,
O’er our earth to glow.

Child, what God created
Has a glorious aim ;

Thine it is to worship,

Thine to love his name.