The Moon

The mournful moon shines bright and bold,
Over a cold and dismal world.
All moonbeams curse the darkened street,
Which fills with rabble who secreatly meet.

The patient moon shines bright and bold.
Three friends will quarrel tonight all told.
They bicker and fight till end of night,
Then wish all day to make it right.

The joyful moon shines bright and bold.
His shining eyes both peirce the world.
They find in the destruction and the strife,
The grace and truth which gather life.