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A MOONLIGHT MEMORY.
So, unto my thoughtful spirit,
Seemed that old, deserted tree,
Left amidst its green companions
Waving in their careless glee.
Seemed that old, deserted tree,
Left amidst its green companions
Waving in their careless glee.
But the sunlight of the Gospel
Falls in softness on his heart,
And it sheds a halo round him,
That will never more depart;
So he stands, unknown, unnoted,
Looking upward reverently.
For the last and final summons,
Like that maimed and ancient tree.
Falls in softness on his heart,
And it sheds a halo round him,
That will never more depart;
So he stands, unknown, unnoted,
Looking upward reverently.
For the last and final summons,
Like that maimed and ancient tree.
A MOONLIGHT MEMORY.
I am thinking now of one moonlight night
That covered the earth with a brilliant sheen,
And poured through our bosoms a kindred light,
As we danced like fays on the moonlit green.
That covered the earth with a brilliant sheen,
And poured through our bosoms a kindred light,
As we danced like fays on the moonlit green.
The earth was lovely beneath our feet,
For the eloquent voice of the spring was heard,
In tones as varied and softly sweet
As the tuneful notes of the singing bird.
For the eloquent voice of the spring was heard,
In tones as varied and softly sweet
As the tuneful notes of the singing bird.
The soft breeze woke from its pleasant dreams,
And it seemed that an angel had stirred the air;
And the bright stars looked into laughing streams,
To see their own images winking there.
And it seemed that an angel had stirred the air;
And the bright stars looked into laughing streams,
To see their own images winking there.
