THOUGHTS ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT.
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May hail, recalling joys long fled,
In memory cherished still, and, led
By fairy fancy, largely shed
By thy sweet influence, delightful dream,—
May see the loved one shed a tear
For him, may hear her breathe a prayer
For his return; and ah! how dear
That tear, that prayer, would seem!
In memory cherished still, and, led
By fairy fancy, largely shed
By thy sweet influence, delightful dream,—
May see the loved one shed a tear
For him, may hear her breathe a prayer
For his return; and ah! how dear
That tear, that prayer, would seem!
And Cynthia, ever thy pale ray
Is dearer than the blaze of day
To minds of thoughtful mould;
While lesser fires, a numerous train,
Around thee glitter, banish vain,
And glorious thoughts unfold.
Is dearer than the blaze of day
To minds of thoughtful mould;
While lesser fires, a numerous train,
Around thee glitter, banish vain,
And glorious thoughts unfold.
