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On the Moon

"Hail! lovely orb, whose placid light
Illumes the lonely winter's night;
And shines on cot or dome;
Which makes the dazzling snow more white,
And lends a faithful steady light,
To guide the traveller home.

"Hail! lovely orb, whose beams serene,
Illumes the summer evening's scene,
When friends to-gether meet;
Conversing by the silver light;
Each smiling face appears more bright,
Each friendly word more sweet.

Sweet orb, I love thy beams to see;
"Look on the moon and think of me,"
My friend has often said;
And now [[Underlined]] my friend [[Underlined]]is far away,
Whene'er I see thy welcome ray
The mandate is obey'd."
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