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THE MOON DROVE THROUGH THE SCUD ON HIGH.
The moon drove through the scud on high;
'Twas light—'twas shade, as on she flew;
And, as she forward seemed to fly,
My thoughts were, wife, of home and you.
'Twas light—'twas shade, as on she flew;
And, as she forward seemed to fly,
My thoughts were, wife, of home and you.
A moment, now, she gleamed down light;
Now, on the deck, but shadow threw;
And, as she showed, now dark, now bright,
My heart took fears and hopes for you.
Now, on the deck, but shadow threw;
And, as she showed, now dark, now bright,
My heart took fears and hopes for you.
Unclouded when her sweet light gleamed,
I saw my dear ones, blest and well;
Vanished her beams; the things I dreamed,
May God forbid home-news to tell.
I saw my dear ones, blest and well;
Vanished her beams; the things I dreamed,
May God forbid home-news to tell.
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