223

TO A MOONBEAM.

And a misty veil, as of purified tears,
Round thy beautiful form is entwined.

Hail, beam of the blessed! my heart

Has drunk deep of thy magical power,
And each thought and each feeling seems bathed
In the light of this exquisite hour!

Sweet ray, I have proved thee so fair

In this dark world of mourning and sin,

May I hail thee more bright in that pure region, where

Nor sorrow nor death enter in.