THE RISING MOON 



67 



Rising slowly, 

 We shall see 

 Something happen 

 Very soon. 

 Hide me from the dreadful moon. 



Slowly, surely, rising 



higher ; 



Soon she will be as 

 high as the spire ! 



It seems as if something must happen then 

 To all the world and all the men ! 

 Oh, I dare not think, 

 For I am not wise ; 

 I must look away, 

 I must shut my eyes. 



From Lilliput Levee. 



