Your Star.
Reading edition
How deep and wide the ocean; No eye its depths hath seen What secrets there are hidden, Below the briny green. There are numberless living creeping things, Both great and small, And mermaids, too, that sweetly sing; It’s Him that made them all. Should you up in the heavens gaze, Their duplicates you’ll find; The world is still a closed book, Each living thing of every kind. Yet do we ever think how weak, How helpless, how small we are; And as I sit and ponder, Are we likened to a star?