The Star of Youth.

The sun sinks down in the crimson west,
    Oh, a beautiful sun is he;
With his purple robes and his crown of gold
    And his feet dipped in the sea.

Along the shore where the sea-weeds lie
    Like threads of her tangled hair,
Naomi stands in the amber glow
    Of the mystical sunset air.

Her hair is brown, with a yellow tinge
    That rivals the gold of the west;
Her eyes are dark with the velvety glow
    That darkens the pansy's breast.

A star shines out in the purple east,
    Oh, a beautiful star is he!
With his home in the wonderful azure skies,
    And his throne in the deep blue sea.

There are bars of gold in the crimson west
    And jewels on every bar;
Yet Naomi's soul is beyond the sea,
    And her eyes are fixed on the star.

O star that shines in the dusky east,
    Be thou the star of my youth,
And guide my soul through the shadows of earth
    To the shining gates of truth.

There are years that melt in the seas of life
    Like drops in the ocean of time;
And the joys they bring are as soon forgot
    As the words of a careless rhyme.

Be thou the light that shall guide me far
    From the years that vanish as rain,
And lead my soul to the feet of God,
    Even through years of pain.