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.