The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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THE MOON
How sweet the moon extends her cheering ray
To damp the terors of the darksome night
Guiding the lonley Trav'ller on his way
Pointing the path that leads his Journey right
Hail welcome blessing to thy silver light
That charms dull night & makes its horrors gay
To damp the terors of the darksome night
Guiding the lonley Trav'ller on his way
Pointing the path that leads his Journey right
Hail welcome blessing to thy silver light
That charms dull night & makes its horrors gay
So shines the Gospel to the christians soul
So by its light & Inspiration given
He (spite of sin & Satans black controul
Through all obstructions steers his course for heaven)
So did the Saviour his design pursue
That we unworthy sinners might be blest
So suffer'd death its terrors to subdue
& make the grave a wish'd for place of rest
So by its light & Inspiration given
He (spite of sin & Satans black controul
Through all obstructions steers his course for heaven)
So did the Saviour his design pursue
That we unworthy sinners might be blest
So suffer'd death its terrors to subdue
& make the grave a wish'd for place of rest
| The early poems of John Clare | |