In the night the fire of the stars I did behold
where they guard as the beacons of God from times of old
did wonder how God do Pleiades bind
and do again the unbinding of the seven stars find
when the dark heaven did before me open fold:
some stars did gleam vaguely others did bright clear stay,
nebulas did glow and comets with tails did glide away,
beyond Orion in His presence the splendour of the stars were manifold
where they guard as the beacons of God from times of old.
© Gert Strydom
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