A Flower's Song

By Abram Joseph Ryan

Star! Star, why dost thou shine

Each night upon my brow?

Why dost thou make me dream the dreams

That I am dreaming now?

Star! Star, thy home is high —

I am of humble birth;

Thy feet walk shining o'er the sky,

Mine, only on the earth.

Star! Star, why make me dream?

My dreams are all untrue;

And why is sorrow dark for me

And heaven bright for you?

Star! Star, oh, hide thy ray,

And take it off my face;

Within my lowly home I stay,

Thou, in thy lofty place.

Star! Star, and still I dream,

Along thy light afar

I seem to soar until I seem

To be, like you, a star.