On somber night
When shivering clouds bemoan
The aching of souls alone
Then stars appear
One arc of their dance shows clear
And glittering song intone
Be but your own good friend
And be good to the other
Cherish those sisters and brothers
Along the road
And to the earth extend
Every reverence and wonder
Tend to the wounds of your blunders
Honour God who formed our home
When sun is low
Bright bands in forest glow
Fair fiats of Love. Behold!
See shimmering flies
In their quadrillions rise
Weaving a cloth of gold
