Up the air lays lovely moon
Wandering and hovering o'er us
By night and before noon
Whence her crisp beams focus.
She booms at our apex boon
Makes us blissful and lustrous.
Moon, be ya so peaceful;
From the yonder horizon she calls
On 's to suspire and be breeze full.
And on we like donees falls
Her fairness, then in these dreadful
Times we're like cheerful overalls.
To draw much joy we weigh
The world and you: on you we bestow
Louder than the horses neigh!
We can't find the joy below,
But ever seeing you up high,
Truly, to be e'er glad we avow.
©emediong
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