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SONG OF THE EVENING CLOUD, by            
First Line: Mother, o mother, moon my mother
Last Line: Brighten us, lighten us, brother and brother!
Subject(s): Comfort; Evening; Moon; Mothers; Nature - Religious Aspects; Sunset; Twilight


MOTHER, O mother, Moon my mother,
I hear your whisper over the sky,
Gentle its breathing as you draw nigh,
It is softer and sweeter than any other,—
The whistling sweep of the breezes keen,
The murmurous hum where the Sun has been,
Or the croon of the Night in her shadow-sheen;
Mother, O mother, Moon my mother,
Come, and my kisses shall smile and smother!

Mother, O mother, Moon my mother,
Why must you glide so swiftly by?—
Yet how pure is my life and my heart how high,
Higher this moment than any other!
While I clung to you, dear, and your word had blest,
While your white spirit became my guest,
O the joy I felt to be so caressed;—
Mother, O mother, Moon my mother,
Brighten us, lighten us, brother and brother!





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