For the New-York Weekly Magazine.
THE RISING MOON.
Where yonder clouds adorn the eastern sky,
The slowly rising moon, with solemn pace,
Scans the fair face of heav’n in silent majesty,
And like a light emits her favouring grace.
High though her throne, the sparkling stars,
Proud of their leader, shine more bright;
(Devoid of clouds whose influence mars,)