A Child's First Impression Of A Star.

She had been told that God made all the stars     That twinkled up in heaven, and now she stood     Watching the coming of the twilight on,     As if it were a new and perfect world,     And this were its first eve. How beautiful     Must be the work of nature to a child     In its first fresh impression! Laura stood     By the low window, with the silken lash     Of her soft eye upraised, and her sweet mouth     Half parted with the new and strange delight     Of beauty that she could not comprehend,     And had not seen before. The purple folds     Of the low sunset clouds, and the blue sky     That look'd so still and delicate above,     Fill'd her young heart with gladness, and the eve     Stole on with its deep shadows, and she still     Stood looking at the west with that half smile,     As if a pleasant thought were at her heart.     Presently, in the edge of the last tint     Of sunset, where the blue was melted in     To the faint golden mellowness, a star     Stood suddenly. A laugh of wild delight     Burst from her lips, and putting up her hands,     Her simple thought broke forth expressively -     "Father! dear Father! God has made a star!"