Star Trouble
Helen Hoyt
A little starCame into the heavenAt the close of even.It seemed not very far,And it was young and soft.But the grayGot in its way,So that I longed to reach my hand aloftAnd push the clouds byFrom its little eye,From its little soft ray.
A little starCame into the heavenAt the close of even.It seemed not very far,And it was young and soft.But the grayGot in its way,So that I longed to reach my hand aloftAnd push the clouds byFrom its little eye,From its little soft ray.
A little starCame into the heavenAt the close of even.It seemed not very far,And it was young and soft.But the grayGot in its way,So that I longed to reach my hand aloftAnd push the clouds byFrom its little eye,From its little soft ray.
A little star
Came into the heaven
At the close of even.
It seemed not very far,
And it was young and soft.
But the gray
Got in its way,
So that I longed to reach my hand aloft
And push the clouds by
From its little eye,
From its little soft ray.