Elizabeth Margaret Chandler,
Poetical Works — The Woods Wanderer
“ E'en when no moon-beam the pale night clouds fleeced, To thread their trackless mazes, while I turn'd For guidance to the stars that high above me burn'd.They who have never seen the broad blue sky, Save through the smoke-dimm'd air of crowded streets, Can never know how truly gloriously It bendeth o'er the wilderness, and meets The tall brows of the mountains. ”
