Like a churning pail of milk,
Shining in the greyish Sky,
What are you my ancient Moon,
Up above my World so high?
Haunting Beauty of a World,
Glorious Globe of silent light,
Older than our own dear Earth,
Shining silver in the night!
Who made you my Pretty One?
Did our God cause you to shine?
Making all the Universe
Painted pictures in His Mind!
Orb of Mystery! Orb of Joy!
Orb that awed our ancient Man!
Orb that turns the dark country
Into a shining, silver land!