People's Pilot, Volume 6, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 July 1896 — THE MOON TRAIL. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

THE MOON TRAIL.

HE moon trail shineth across the sen, And stretcheth off to a far countree In the realms of the old, romantic moon. Where evening is morning, and midnight noon!

Then lovers away on the bright moon trail, Each happy two with a tiny sail, In a silver waste with stars above, And nothing to do but love and love. The great, kind moon, like a sphere of light, Swings down to the rim of the sea each night, Finding ever some bark with a happy crew, Bringing all the world though it brings but two. Then lovers away on the bright moon trail; Soft breezes are sighing to fill your sail; There are stars beneath and stars above, And nothing to do but love and love. The moon trail lighteth the sea of life For lover and maiden, for lover aim wife, And it’s joy to sail down its shimmery way, Just two together, forever and aye. Then lovers away on the bright moon trail; Each happy twain with a tiny sail, For there’s naught so sweet in heaven abovh Or the earth beneath, as to love and love. —New York Tribune