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IRISH MELODIES. |
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WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON'S LIGHT.
While gazing on the moon's light,
A moment from her smile I turn'd, To look at orbs, that, more bright, In lone and distant glory burn'd. But, too far Each proud star, For me to feel its warming flame ; Much more dear That mild sphere, Which near our planet smiling came ; * Thus, Mary, be but thou my own ;
While brighter eyes unheeded play, I'll love those moonlight looks alone, That bless my home and guide my way.
The day had sunk in dim showers,
But midnight now, with lustre meet, Illumin'd all the pale flowers,
Like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said (while The moon's smile
* " Of such celestial bodies as are visible, the sun excepted, the single moon, as despicable as it is in comparison to most of the others, is much more beneficial than they all put together." — Whiston's Theory, 8fc.
In the Entretiens (TAriste, among other ingenious emblems, we find a starry sky without a moon, with these words, Non milk, quod ab sens. |
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