Bronze Star Poem by Albert Price

From the ambience of the boundless sky,

A twinkling and perfect bronze star,

As if a saint had gotten spry

And left the everlasting ajar.

The splendor of the palace beds

On the corner of the firmament

Where ice cloud and star weds,

Beyond all chills of any extent.

The twilight verse of the turtledove

Awakens us at morning's dawn

Foretelling blessings from above

And glory to the heaven-bound.