MOONLIGHT 



IT is of course only natural that we of the country- 

 side should appreciate the moon more than the 

 townsman. Eyes that rely on the street lamp lose 

 their cat-like power, and are blind to many a lone 

 track, easily visible to those who are used to the 

 country at night. The quiet silver radiance of a 

 moonlight night often makes one rebel against the 

 demands of sleep, but the energy spent in the day 

 that is past, and its recuperation for the next that 

 will all too soon hurry upon us, are conditions which 

 must be met. But who is there in those all too 

 infrequent times, when the cup of pure life holds 

 health and happiness, that has not been saddened, 

 nay, almost angered, at the thought of how much life 

 is seemingly lost in unconscious sleep ? Sleep thou 

 life robber ! thou monster of interruption ! snatch- 

 ing me away from all my desires and joys, yet in thy 

 kindness and by the miracle of thy power renewing the 

 subtle threads of life, and by the magic of thy silent 

 hand holding me secure, unknowing, on the very brink 

 of infinity. And so, thus blessed, we miss the sunlit 

 Queen of Night who with her silver sheen of beams 



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