6
I'm Sitting in the Moonlight.
And I mourn no more for all the joys
Lost childhood might restore,
As I sit within the moonlight
That streams across the floor.
Lost childhood might restore,
As I sit within the moonlight
That streams across the floor.
I'm sitting in the moonlight
That streams across the floor,
And dreaming of the dearly-loved
Upon the peaceful shore.
In that sweet haven of repose,
Does memory e'er turn back
To us, blind, groping wanderers
Upon life's darkened track?
And 'mid the joyous songs of praise,
That fill the heavenly dome,
Heed they the broken strains that rise
Within their earlier home?
Ah, well they loved us once, and through
The yearning love we feel,
Which time and death cannot efface,
We know they love us still;
And when our bark at last is launched
On that dark river's tide,
Their faithful hearts will welcome us,
Their loving arms will guide;
And sure the heavenly life itself
Will seem more deeply blest,
While greeting those we left in tears,
When entering into rest.
That streams across the floor,
And dreaming of the dearly-loved
Upon the peaceful shore.
In that sweet haven of repose,
Does memory e'er turn back
To us, blind, groping wanderers
Upon life's darkened track?
And 'mid the joyous songs of praise,
That fill the heavenly dome,
Heed they the broken strains that rise
Within their earlier home?
Ah, well they loved us once, and through
The yearning love we feel,
Which time and death cannot efface,
We know they love us still;
And when our bark at last is launched
On that dark river's tide,
Their faithful hearts will welcome us,
Their loving arms will guide;
And sure the heavenly life itself
Will seem more deeply blest,
While greeting those we left in tears,
When entering into rest.
