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MOONLIGHT.
'Tis moonlight over earth, and sky,
There's not a cloud or shadow seen,
Where in the dark blue heav'n on high,
The moon sits like a queen.
There's not a cloud or shadow seen,
Where in the dark blue heav'n on high,
The moon sits like a queen.
Or like a ship on some broad lake,
With white sails swelling to the blast;—
O, I could lie an hour awake,
To see her sailing past.
With white sails swelling to the blast;—
O, I could lie an hour awake,
To see her sailing past.
The trees, and fields, that wore by day
So many colours dark, and bright,
Now touched by yonder soft moon ray,
Seem all like silver white.
So many colours dark, and bright,
Now touched by yonder soft moon ray,
Seem all like silver white.
The cottage roof was brown, and bare,
That now is like a sheet of snow;
And glistens like a river fair,
The dusty road below.
That now is like a sheet of snow;
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The dusty road below.
Wherever falls that soft moonbeam,
It colours with its own sweet light,
And flower, and field, and wood, and stream,
Must wear it all the night.
It colours with its own sweet light,
And flower, and field, and wood, and stream,
Must wear it all the night.
So cheerful hearts have meekly lent
To common things of toil, and care,
The colour of their own content,
And made them bright, and fair.
To common things of toil, and care,
The colour of their own content,
And made them bright, and fair.
So spirits subject to God's will,
Take all He sends with grateful praise,
And bright, or dark, they see it still,
In love's own silver haze.
Take all He sends with grateful praise,
And bright, or dark, they see it still,
In love's own silver haze.
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