Moonlight Reveries.

The moon from solemn azure sky         Looked down on earth below,     And coldly her wan light fell alike         On scenes of joy and woe:     A stately palace reared its dome,         Within reigned warmth and light     And festive mirth - the moon's faint rays         Soft kissed its marble white.     A little farther was the home         Of toil, alas! and want,     That spectre grim that countless hearths         Seems ceaselessly to haunt;     And yet, as if in mocking mirth,         She smiled on that drear spot,     Silvering brightly the ruined eaves         And roof of that poor cot.     And then, with curious gaze, she looked         Within a curtained loom,     Where sat a girl of gentle mien         In young life's early bloom;     Her glitt'ring light made still more bright         The veil and bridal flower,     Which were to wreathe the girl's fair brow         In the morrow's solemn hour.     With changeless smile she gleamed within         A casement, gloomy, lone,     Where lay a cold and rigid form,         A death bed stretched upon.     The fixed gaze of the half closed eyes,         The forehead chill and white,     The shroud and pall, more ghastly looked,         Wrapped thus in still, silv'ry light.     Long, sadly, gazed I, then a thought,         Sharp, bitter, filled my heart     'Gainst that cold orb, which in our joys         And sorrows took no part;     Which shone as bright o'er couch of death,         In prison's darkened gloom,     As o'er the festal scenes of earth,         Or stately palace room.     An inward voice reproved the thought,         And whispered, soft and low,     "Unto that glorious orb 'twas given         Its Maker's power to show.     Throughout long ages has it shone         With pure, undying flame,     His will obeying Dreamer, go,         And do thou, too, the same!"