The moonbeams pale, on slumbering earth,
A silent watch, they softly keep,
And stars attend, with gentle mirth,
While weary mortals softly sleep.
A silent watch, they softly keep,
And stars attend, with gentle mirth,
While weary mortals softly sleep.
No sound disturbs the hallowed hour,
Save distant owl, or rustling leaf,
As nature yields to slumber's power,
And finds in dreams, a sweet relief.
Save distant owl, or rustling leaf,
As nature yields to slumber's power,
And finds in dreams, a sweet relief.