| The Stars sang in God’s Garden |
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The stars sang in God’s garden;
The stars are the birds of God;
The night-time is God’s harvest,
Its fruits are the words of God.
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God ploughed His fields at morning,
God sowed His seed at noon,
God reaped and gathered in His corn
With the rising of the moon.
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The sun rose up at midnight,
The sun rose red as blood,
It showed the Reaper, the dead Christ,
Upon His cross of wood.
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For many live that one may die,
And one must die that many live—
The stars are silent in the sky
Lest my poor songs be fugitive.
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