From the Newark Evening Star, August 11, 1915. by Dr. F. von Wachter.
How many million stars must shine
Which only God can see!
Yet in the sky His hand has hung
Ten thousand stars for me!
How many blossoms bloom and fade
Which only God can know!
Yet here’s a field of buttercups
And here my daisies blow!
How many wing paths through the blue
Lure swallows up and down!
Yet here’s my little garden walk
And yon’s the road to town!
How many a treacherous voice has wooed
Unhappy feet to roam,
Yet God has taught my willing ear
The sound of love and home!
How many lives have kissed and clung
Since Eve was Adam’s bride,
But God has given me you, dear girl,
And I am satisfied!