As one who works his Master’s wise behest.
I saw the moon in radiant garb uprise
And sail majestic o’er the tranquil skies,
Like some bright vessel on a waveless sea.
And as I gazed, a sense of perfect rest
Stole o’er me, and the sorrows that infest
The life of all no longer burdened me,
But, with the light, fled peacefully away.
Ceased had the plaintive carol of the thrush,
And stillness brooded over everything,