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.