Lo! where the Moon along the sky br Sails with her happy destiny; br Oft is she hid from mortal eye br Or dimly seen, br But when the clouds asunder fly br How bright her mien! br br Far different we--a froward race, br Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace br With cherished sullenness of pace br Their way pursue, br Ingrates who wear a smileless face br The whole year through. br br If kindred humours e'er would make br My spirit droop for drooping's sake, br From Fancy following in thy wake, br Bright ship of heaven! br A counter impulse let me take br And be forgiven.