Classic Poem

H ERE'S a health to the waning moon, my boys,
To the waning tropical moon!
She smiles us her blessing, tho' faint, 'tis sincere,
'Twill be nearer and clearer soon!
So gather around me, your glasses fill high!
Anger and worry! Come, let them go by!
Here's hoping you never, no, never may die!
And a health to the waning moon!

She leaves us a time, but returns soon again
In fresh and more gorgeous array!
And so will our sorrows, in far different guise,
As joys gladden some coming day!
Then stand to me steady, and smile thro' your tears!
Pluck up your courage, and banish your fears!
Here's hoping all happiness thousands of years,
And a health to the waning moon!