Classic Poem

Moonlight upon this sacred stream!
How softly glad its waters gleam,
Like infant's smile or childhood's dream; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight upon the shaggy wood,
That, age on age, has calmly stood,
Fringing this river's holy flood; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight upon these hills of gloom,
Old Moab's watch-tower and his tomb,
Each peak a monumental dome; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight upon the lone unrest
Of yon dark sea's slow-heaving breast,
Unloved, untenanted, unblest; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight upon these yellow sands,
Where yon wan ruin crumbling stands,
The savage home of Arab bands; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight on yon far western height,
At whose green base, a gem of light,
Jerusalem sits fair and bright; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight upon yon nearer hill,
Whence springs the prophet-healed rill,
Fruitful and sweet, and pleasant still; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight in yonder matchless sky,
In which, bright bending from on high,
Star seems with star in light to vie; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight on Pisgah's watch-tower grand,
Whence the loved prophet saw the land,
Stretching afar from strand to strand; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight on Nebo's peak and cave,
Where, looking down on Jordan's wave,
God for his prophet dug the grave; —
Beautiful!

Moonlight upon my lonely tent,
Which, like some marble monument,
Gleams to a spotless firmament; —