THE FACE IN THE MOON.
One night I gazed with rapture on the moon,
And there I found surcease from all my cares.
The face I saw within, it was not his—
’Twas hers.
IN SPIRIT LAND.
In spirit land, I know not where,
I only know she comes to me
One night I gazed with rapture on the moon,
And there I found surcease from all my cares.
The face I saw within, it was not his—
’Twas hers.
In spirit land, I know not where,
I only know she comes to me