Thy mellow beams softly on all alike fall;
O, queen of the night, thou hast homage from all:
From the glistening dew, from the true lover’s sigh,
From the cricket’s shrill voice and the katy-did’s cry;
Thy heart-soft’ning power all races have felt;
To thy soothing appeal the most callous must melt.
O mute sympathizer, invoker of tales,
A fleet of heart secrets each night to thee sails.
To the shipwrecked at sea, when the storm clears away
And calm night succeeds the wild, boisterous day,