STELLA, by CHARLES HENRY CRANDALL
First Line: Home from the observatory Last Line: What o'erfloweth from her eyes.
HOME from the observatory, Now I take her on my knee, And I tell her all the glory That the lenses showed to me. Pleased, she listens to my story, Earnest look then turneth she
Where the stars are softly blinking In the blue of summer skies. Ah! she sees beyond my thinking, Even into Paradise! Very humbly I am drinking What o'erfloweth from her eyes.
