Moonlight, Ulcombe Parsonage

Thou gentle Moon, so lone and sweet,
Gliding around thy sea of blue,
How dost thou change, to greet
Each heart with answer true!

When memory heaves too sad a sigh
For friends and hopes that once were near
Thou whisperest, " Look on high,
Perhaps they own thee here. "

When from some pastoral home we gaze
On thee in thoughtful bliss at even,
Thy shower of placid rays
Is like a smile from heaven.
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