ON THE FULL MOON

She comes in her robes of silver bright,
Our lady of love, the queen of night;
Pale art thou Cynthia, yet thy brow
Loveliest is when wreathed with snow:
The fleecy clouds that around thee bide
Are light as the spray of ocean's tide,
And every beauteous shining star
Seems a gem that decks thy moonlight car.

'Mid the cloudless skies, with smile serene,
In splendour array'd ride on fair queen;
Thine are the sceptre, and crescent pale,
That softly look on the evening veil;
Thy beams of silvery radiance keep
Their tranquil watch o'er the mighty deep.
And gaze on creation's emerald breast
When the shades of earth lie hush'd in rest.

Aloft in thy bower of spangl'd light
Look down on the world in beauty bright,
Tinging heaven itself with lustrous hue,
Op'ning as't were its glories to view;
Lightly thou'lt kiss with thy beams of love
Each planet that decks thine halls above.
While murm'ring they with mystical voice
In anthems of praise To God rejoice.

(S.M.H. DERBY MERCURY, WEDNESDAY, MAY 21, 1845)

* Cynthia was originally an epithet of the Greek goddess of the moon, Artemis, who was sometimes called "Cynthia" because, according to legend, the goddess was born on Mount Cynthus.

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