With Moonlight Beaming.

With Moonlight beaming. Thus o'er the deep, Who'd linger dreaming In idle sleep? Leave joyless souls to live by day,— Our life begins with yonder ray; And while thus brightly The moments flee, Our barks skim lightly The shining sea. To halls of splendor Let great ones hie; Thro' light more tender Our pathways lie. While round, from banks of brook or lake, Our company blithe echoes make; And as we lend 'em Sweet word or strain, Still back they send 'em More sweet again.