WITH MOONLIGHT BEAMING.

With moonlight beaming

  Thus o'er the deep,

Who'd linger dreaming

  In idle sleep?

Leave joyless souls to live by day,—

Our life begins with yonder ray;

And while thus brightly

  The moments flee,

Our barks skim lightly

  The shining sea.

To halls of splendor

  Let great ones hie;

Thro' light more tender

  Our pathways lie.

While round, from banks of brook or lake,

Our company blithe echoes make;

And as we lend 'em

  Sweet word or strain,

Still back they send 'em

  More sweet again.

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