With Moonlight Beaming Thus O'Er The Deep, Who'D Linger Dreaming In Idle Sleep? Leave Joyless Souls To Live By Day,-- Our Life Begins With Yonder Ray; And While Thus Brightly The Moments Flee, Our Barks Skim Lightly The Shining Sea. To Halls Of Splendor Let Great Ones Hie; Thro' Light More Tender Our Pathways Lie. While Round, From Banks Of Brook Or Lake, Our Company Blithe Echoes Make; And As We Lend 'Em Sweet Word Or Strain, Still Back They Send 'Em More Sweet Again.