The Twin Stars

TWO stars are shining in the skies,

Like twins they are united;

They look like God’s own beaming eyes

In distant darkness lighted.

Like tapers on the Sabbath eve

That mother kindles for us—

Are there then Sabbaths up on high

And real eyes gleaming o’er us?

If God Almighty’s eyes they are,

Their soft glance is caressing;

But if they’re only Sabbath lamps,

Who will pronounce the blessing?