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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

To the Moon

By Margaretta V. Faugeres (1771–1801)

[Born in Tomhanick, near Albany, N. Y., 1771. Died in New York, N. Y., 1801. From her Writings, appended to the Posthumous Works of her Mother, Mrs. Ann Eliza Bleecker. 1793.]

WHILE wandering through the dark blue vault of heaven,

Thy trackless steps pursue their silent way,

And from among the starry host of even

Thou shed’st o’er slumbering earth a milder day;

And when thou pourest abroad thy shadowy light

Across the ridgy circles of the stream,

With raptured eyes, O changeful nymph of night!

I gaze upon thy beam.

Great was the hand that formed thy round, O Moon!

That marked the precincts of thy steady wheel,

That bade thee smile on Night’s oblivious noon,

And rule old Ocean’s solemn swell;

Great was the Power, that filled with radiant light

Those worlds unnumbered which from pole to pole

Hang out their golden lamps to deck thy flight,

Or gild the planets which around thee roll.