My birthday lessons are done;
The lambs play always, they know no better,
They are only one times one.
O moon! in the night I have seen you sailing,
And shining so round and low;
You were bright, ah, bright! but your light is failing—
You are nothing now but a bow.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven
That God has hidden your face?
I hope if you have, you will soon be forgiven,