Night’s gems are beauteous, right rare are they,
Gloriously bright is each gentle ray,
Flashing and twinkling up so high,
Like diamonds set in the deep blue sky;
Who is there but loves night’s gentle queen,
Gorgeously robed in her silver sheen?
Shedding her pale, pure brightness round,
O’er hill and valley, and tree and ground;
Gilding the waters as on they glide
In their conscious beauty, joy and pride;