EMPTY HANDS

Away in the sky, high over our heads,
With the width of a world between,
The far Moon sails like a shining ship
Which the Dreamer's eyes have seen.

And empty hands are outstretched, in vain,
While aching eyes beseech,
And hearts may break that cry for the Moon,
The silver Moon out of reach!

But sometimes God on His great white Throne
Looks down from the Heaven above,
And lays in the hands that are empty
The tremulous Star of Love.

MARGARET PEDLER.



NOTE:--Musical setting by Adrian Butt. Published by Edward Schuberth &
Co., 11 East 22nd Street, New York.




THE MOON OUT OF REACH