From the Newark Evening Star, August 11, 1915. by Dr. F. von Wachter.

How many million stars must shine
    Which only God can see!
Yet in the sky His hand has hung
    Ten thousand stars for me!

How many blossoms bloom and fade
    Which only God can know!
Yet here’s a field of buttercups
    And here my daisies blow!

How many wing paths through the blue
    Lure swallows up and down!
Yet here’s my little garden walk
    And yon’s the road to town!

How many a treacherous voice has wooed
    Unhappy feet to roam,
Yet God has taught my willing ear
    The sound of love and home!

How many lives have kissed and clung
    Since Eve was Adam’s bride,
But God has given me you, dear girl,
    And I am satisfied!