WHERE THE STARS LOOK DOWN

So I shall go out where the winds blow,

Far from the seething town;

Ad the trees shall sing me anthems,

And only the stars look down.

And I shall burst my bondage,

And as the wind and tide;

Where the hills shall make my temple,

And star shall be my guide.

And I shall hear minstrel music,

As keening winds go by;

And there, with the silence around me,

Make my prayer to the sky.

And I shall say to the heavens,

Where lived the Master of Men;

Oh ye who seethe the sparrow fall,

Give me faith again.

Then I shall return to my labors,

Armed with a courage new,

Gleaned from the stains of the many,

Cleaned in a world of the few.

And the Gods shall smile in their wisdom

On the pitiful forms of men;

And the moon shall silver the hillside,

And the sun shall gild the glen.

Then I who was weak and weary,

Shall lift my brow to the breeze;

Then joy shall be my companion,

And I shall hear the rhapsodies.

And there in the dim, gray forest,

And there on the far-flung plain,

And there on the wind-swept hillside,

There shall come faith again.

So I shall go out where the winds blow,

Far from the seething town;

And the trees shall sing me anthems,

And only the stars look down.

Copy write by ORRIN ALDEN DEMASS