Margaret Swayne, Once a Week (1864)
“ I. "The keeper is gone to the feast to-night," Is the whispering poacher's call; His wife and his child are sleeping: bright Shines the moon on the chamber wall. II. As she shone on the palely glimm’ring bed, The child grasp'd his mother's warm hand,— "O mother! why tarries father so long? I fear, for 'tis lone o'er the land." III. "Oh! look not into the moonlight, my child, Oh! close fast those little tired eyes; The moon is bright, but the night it is long, Sleep on till to-morrow's sun rise." ”
