By artist Carmen Hurt, oil painting, 2008, “Night of the Big Moon”
SWEET ORB OF NIGHT By William B. Tappan
Sweet orb of night! I saw thee rise In cloudless lustre o’er the plain; I saw thee climb the azure skies, With radiant splendours in thy train: I marked thy mildly pensive beam At midnight’s still and hallowed hour; I watched the fitful, lonely gleam That played on yonder ivied tower.
Sweet orb of night! I often love When day with all its cares is o’er, To wander in the silent grove, And there the Source of Light adore: O then, how false all else appears, While wrapt in awe thy course I view, And see thee mount the starry spheres, And tread the fields of heavenly blue!