I'm Sitting in the Moonlight.
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Are present in my memory
As when I was a child—
And my heart goes back with longing,
To those careless days of yore,
As I sit within the moonlight
That streams across the floor.
As when I was a child—
And my heart goes back with longing,
To those careless days of yore,
As I sit within the moonlight
That streams across the floor.
I'm sitting in the moonlight
That streams across the floor,
And thinking of the flowers that strew
My later pathway o'er.
Oh deem not, that with early years
Life's beauty all hath passed;
The advancing sun sheds brighter beams
Than those his rising cast.
The swelling fruit or opening flower
Were but of little worth,
Bereft of ripening noonday warmth,
To bring their sweetness forth;
So happiness, that plant divine,
As still our years increase,
Is ripened by the gentle rays
That flow from inward peace;
While love, the gift conferred by God,
Which brings us nearest heaven,
In richest purest radiance
To years mature is given.
That streams across the floor,
And thinking of the flowers that strew
My later pathway o'er.
Oh deem not, that with early years
Life's beauty all hath passed;
The advancing sun sheds brighter beams
Than those his rising cast.
The swelling fruit or opening flower
Were but of little worth,
Bereft of ripening noonday warmth,
To bring their sweetness forth;
So happiness, that plant divine,
As still our years increase,
Is ripened by the gentle rays
That flow from inward peace;
While love, the gift conferred by God,
Which brings us nearest heaven,
In richest purest radiance
To years mature is given.
