THE MOON

A silver ship through heaven glides,
Upon a silver sea,
With bow and stern and silver sides,
The Moon it is to me.

The captain of the Angel crew,
Keeps watch upon the glow,
As gracefully through endless blue,
She rolls smoothly to and fro.

Guided by the hand of God,
Through the starlit silver sea,
Where all the evils only nod,
Turn their sterns and flee.

She sails to a sea shore
In an untouched harbour gold,
Where no one has ever been before,
With evil in their souls.

She anchors at a golden land,
More elegant than we know...
'Tis only by his Lordly hand,
That we shall ever go.