Deserted by the waning moon,
When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon,
On tower, or fort, or tented ground,
The sentry walks his lonely round;
And should a footstep haply stray
Where caution marks the guarded way,
"Who goes there? stranger, quickly tell;"
"A friend" -the word- "Good-night-All's well!"
Or sailing on the midnight deep,
While weary messmates soundly sleep,
The careful watch patrols the deck,
To guard the ship from foes or wreck;
And while his thoughts oft homeward veer.
Some well known voice salutes his ear"What cheer? oh, brother quickly tell!"
"Above, below, good-night!-Alls well!"