Starry Night Poem by Jonathan H. Scott
Starry Night
SO STILL— so quiet is the summer night,
And all is hushed but for the cricket's call.
Along the path, there is no guiding light—
The moon stays hid and darkness covers all.
Yet in the sky appears a lonesome star,
Which gives the pilgrim hope while on his quest.
Though years have passed, he still must travel far
To reach the truth, and home, where he can rest.
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