Classic Poem

We are beneath the dark blue sky,
And the moon is shining bright
Oh, what can lift the soul so high
As the glow of a summer's night,
When all the gay are hush'd to sleep,
When they that mourn for get to weep,
Beneath that gentle light?

Is there no holier, happier land
Among those distant spheres,
Where we may meet that shadowy band,
The dead of other years,
Where all the day the moonbeams rest,
And where at length the souls are blest
Of those that dwell in tears?

Oh, if the happy ever leave
Their bowers of bliss on high,
To cheer the hearts of those that grieve
And wipe the tear drop dry,
It is when the moonlight sheds its ray,
More pure and beautiful than day,
And earth is like the sky.