Silent in my wistful thought
I gazed up towards the sky
And what did fall upon my mind,
As a star came gliding by?
Was it a stricken angel, or
A ball of fire, sent
To obliterate this poor world of our's
Was that what the vision meant?
Did it foretell of doom to come
Or was I, in fear, misgiving
The heavens blazing gold with flame
With pain, my joys relieving