Moonlight Rapture
Bless the moon that lights our way
Through the shadows after day,
That begs us ponder where and why
Infinity high in the sky.
The myth of distance shines its light
In the speckled, starry night.
I tramp the earth, aloof, alone
And gaze above the heaven’s dome.
And wonder of the vast unknown
With the brightness on me shown.
Are we all our destiny
Racing blindly o’er the sea
Toward the bright and onward soon
In the lightness of the moon?
---William Stroud
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