AS many stars as are aglow br Deep in the hollows of the night br As many as the flowers that blow br Beneath the kindling light; br br As many as the birds that fly br Unpiloted across the deep; br As many as the clouds on high, br And all the drops they weep; br br As many as the leaves that fall br In autumn, on the withering lea, br When wind to thundering wind doth call, br And sea calls unto sea; br br As many as the multitude br Of quiet graves, where mutely bide br The wicked people and the good, br Laid softly side by side;-- br br So many thoughts, so many tears, br Such hosts of prayers, are sent on high, br Seeking, through all Man's perished years, br A love that will not die.