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.