Freston
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The moon crept up,—a red, red moon!
Over the tops of the distant trees
She slowly peeped from behind their shade,
As they gently swayed in the evening breeze.
Over the tops of the distant trees
She slowly peeped from behind their shade,
As they gently swayed in the evening breeze.
As she came in view, 'twas a strange, weird scene,—
A blood-red moon on a lead-blue sky,—
We laughed that Dame Nature's color scheme
Was enough to make any artist cry.
Said our hostess dear, with a pretty pout,
"If I had painted a scene so quaint,
They'd tell me I'd better go back to school,
And stay there until I had learned to paint.
A blood-red moon on a lead-blue sky,—
We laughed that Dame Nature's color scheme
Was enough to make any artist cry.
Said our hostess dear, with a pretty pout,
"If I had painted a scene so quaint,
They'd tell me I'd better go back to school,
And stay there until I had learned to paint.
But another sweep of her magic brush,
And the crudeness turned into harmony,
And the silvery night to each heart said "Hush!
And welcome the joy I shall bring to thee!"
The stars crept out of the Far Away,
Where they dwell in a land of mystery.
"And they say that heaven is fair," I said,
"But this world has beauty enough for me."
And the crudeness turned into harmony,
And the silvery night to each heart said "Hush!
And welcome the joy I shall bring to thee!"
The stars crept out of the Far Away,
Where they dwell in a land of mystery.
"And they say that heaven is fair," I said,
"But this world has beauty enough for me."
We looked for the man in the moon and found
Not him alone, but his sweetheart, too,
Kissing him on the lips! Is there aught
In the world that fancy,—unchained,—can't do?
Not him alone, but his sweetheart, too,
Kissing him on the lips! Is there aught
In the world that fancy,—unchained,—can't do?
