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THOUGHTS ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT.
Mild, effulgent orb of night,
Gleaming through my window bright,
How many may, with calm delight,
This moment gaze on thee!
Some chastened child of sorrow's train,
Perhaps tossing on a bed of pain
And courting balmy sleep in vain,
May turn her eyes to thee,
And in thy softened, soothing ray,
Inspiring hope as bright, she may
Thy Maker's goodness see!
Gleaming through my window bright,
How many may, with calm delight,
This moment gaze on thee!
Some chastened child of sorrow's train,
Perhaps tossing on a bed of pain
And courting balmy sleep in vain,
May turn her eyes to thee,
And in thy softened, soothing ray,
Inspiring hope as bright, she may
Thy Maker's goodness see!
Haply the lover, far removed
From her most fondly, truly loved,
Thy sympathetic beam
From her most fondly, truly loved,
Thy sympathetic beam
