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 TO ST. JOSEPH

St. Joseph, when the day was done And all your work put by, You saw the stars come one by one Out in the violet sky.

You did not know the stars by name, But there sat at your knee One who had made the light and flame And all things bright that be.

You heard with Him birds in the tree Twitter "Good-night" o'erhead,— The Maker of the world must see His little ones to bed.

Then when the darkness settled round, To Him your prayers were said; No wonder that your sleep was ground The angels loved to tread.