The moon-beams shine through the summer night,
All on a garden fair,
And the perfume of the flowers arise
All on the fresh night air.
The moon-beams play with the shining leaves,
And the flowers nod and sway,
And the stars look down with gentle eyes
All night till the dawn of day.
There were about eight more verses in this strain, and then it went on:
The children play in the garden fair,