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