1 Amid the blue and starry sky,
A group of hours one ev'n,
Met as they took their upward flight
Into the highest heav'n.
Refrain:
Remember, children of the earth,
Each hour is on it way,
Bearing its own report to heav'n,
Of all you do and say.
2 They all were merry childhood's hours,
That just had left the earth,
Winging their way above the world
That gave to them their birth. [Refrain]
3 And they were going up to heav'n,
With all that had been done
By little children, good or bad,
Since the last rising sun. [Refrain]
4 And some had gold and purple wings,
Some droop'd like fading flowers;
And sadly soar'd to tell the tale,
That they were misspent hours. [Refrain]
5 Some glow'd with rosy hopes and smiles,
And some had many a tear;
Others had unkind words and acts
To carry upward there. [Refrain]
6 A shining hour, with golden plumes,
Was laden with a deed
Of generous sacrifice, a child
Had done for one in need. [Refrain]
7 And one was bearing up a prayer,
A little child had said;
All full of penitence and love,
While kneeling by his bed. [Refrain]
8 And thus they glided on, and gave
Their records dark and bright,
To Him who marks each passing hour
Of childhood's day and night. [Refrain]