Saying my prayers by the light of the moon,
Happy the prayers that are utter'd for two!
Stars in the depth of a fathomless space,
Summer-blue sky by no shadow o'ercast,
Joy pointing on to a far-away grace
Brighter than e'en the beneficent past;
Trouble to measureless distances fled,
Death too remote to be worthy a sigh—
Can there be any one sorry or dead?
Sorrow or death 'neath a summer-blue sky!