html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }H! when on yonder moon I gaze,
And watch how bright her watery rays,
On yon dark hills serenely rest,
And shine on sleeping ocean's breast.
I love to think her silver beam
Now falls on many a well-known scene,
And gilds with light as soft and clear,
The land of all to me most dear.
And when I glance on high and feel,
Perchance of those I love so well,
Some kindred eve is gazing now
On yon fair planet's glittering brow;
The cheering beam of silver light
That trembles o'er the gloom of night,
In softening accents seems to say,
The friend I think on thinks of me!
E.