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MOONLIGHT.
Steal through the air and sink into my soul,
As with an angel power. And lo! as now
I gaze out from my window on the earth,
How softly and how beautifully beams
The moonlight over nature. The young leaves
Turn up their edges to its silver glow,
And quiver with their rapture. The blue isles,
The streams, the hills, the forests and the clouds
Seem things of fairy-land, for beauty floats
Like a wild dream around them. Gentle moon!
Pale, lonely mistress of the solemn night!
The tides of my young bosom heave and swell,
Even as the tides of ocean, to thy strong
Mysterious power! Oh! fill my breast with light
From thy high sun and touch each shadowy thought,
Each dark and gloomy fancy of my heart,
With thy unclouded beams.

              There is a pure
Sweet moonlight of the soul, that from the sky
Shines on our earthly spirits, silvering o'er