110 Make-Believe

“there’s a little song that goes more or
less after that fashion. It goes... . But
I will tell you about it some other time.”

Asa matter of fact, he did not give it
her until the morning, but you may as well
receive it now:

God made this world, and long tt stood,
Lone betwixt moon and sun:

Never might His first children watch
The stars come one by one.

For the great Maker sat enthroned
Above this mortal strife,

And daily pondered on the world
That He had called to life.

And so His later children saw—
Wandering on moonless nighis—
The vault of Heaven grew wonderful,

With legions of clear lights :

Till now the sky is filled with stars,
The children of His thought:

The happy creatures of the Art,
Our human woes have taught.

“Now, the world that you see out there