This April moon will tempt thee forth
To stand beneath the sky;
No Gloomy shadows of the night
Upon the meadows lie.
A veil of beauty robes the earth.
The distant waters are
Unto her breast a silver shield.
Encrowned by the star
She sleeps, and God above
Keeps watch with his eternal love.
Thine eyes are on the earth and heaven.
Thy silent thoughts outpour
In solitude the breath of prayer.
In life can e’er restore
The grace, which unto nature clave,
When angels sang on high
The beauty of the new born world,
Thy spirit draweth nigh
Unto the type, created when
God walked among our fellow men
I can’t hope that in the calm
Of thy deep thoughts, there came
Remembrance of my love, or yet
A murmur of my name.
But if the wandering spirit may
Its nearing presence tell,
My soul has whispered to thy ear.
I trust the words may sell
The current of thy heart above
Its shores, and deepen it to love.
May angels guard thy rest tonight
Thy childlike sleep shall seal
Thy vision to the things of earth;
But slumber shall reveal
The land, in which thy spirit dwells.
I may not enter there;
And yet I trust thy lips, in dreams
Will breathe an earnest prayer,
That in this world, and that to come,
We both may find a common home.
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