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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." [[line]]