The wind drove the moon
To a cloud-built cave,
And shut her in
As it were her grave;
The cave threw wide
A silver portal—
And forth she came,
Serene, immortal!
He piled great clouds
With angry might,
Till lost in gloom
Was all her light;
The clouds a moment
Held her under,
Then, glorified,
They burst asunder!
The wind that night
Bemoaned and whistled
Till all the forest
Groaned and bristled,—
While moonbeams stole
To tear-wet pillows,
And chased the gloom
From graveyard willows.
————————
CHILDREN'S HYMN.
Air, "Little Drops of Water."
From the sunny morning
To the starry night,
Every look and motion
Meets our Father's sight.
From our earliest breathing
To our latest year,
Every sound we utter
Meets our Father's ear.
Through our earthly journey,
Wheresoe'er we go,
Every thought and feeling
Doth our Father know.
Let us then be careful
That our looks shall be
Brave and kind and cheerful,
For our Lord to see.
Let us guard each accent
With a holy fear,
Fit our every saying
For our Lord to hear.
Let no thought within us,
Hidden or confessed,
Ever bring a sorrow
To our dear Lord's breast.
Help us, O our Father!
Hear our earnest plea—
Teach thy little children
How to live for Thee!
