Moonlight

I saw the moon rise above Rockhampton, As we flew over the sea; It spilled its silver on sleeping city.

And wrought its magic on me.

I watched the same moon through palms at Wewak, Like a golden lantern swung low, As we walked along the silent cliff face, Where the red poinciannas grow.

I have seen its splendour at Soraken, as I sailed from the Solomon Isles, Now as it drifts across Sydney's Harbour I think of the millions of miles That the moon through the ages has travelled.

And how it was destined to be A reverent, silent spectator, As it went by Gethsemane.

Freda Macdonnell.

Sydney.