A Net to Snare the Moonlight

[What the Man of Faith said]

The dew, the rain and moonlight
  All prove our Father’s mind.
  The dew, the rain and moonlight
  Descend to bless mankind.

Come, let us see that all men
  Have land to catch the rain,
  Have grass to snare the spheres of dew,
  And fields spread for the grain.

Yea, we would give to each poor man
  Ripe wheat and poppies red,—
  A peaceful place at evening
  With the stars just overhead:

A net to snare the moonlight,
  A sod spread to the sun,
  A place of toil by daytime,
  Of dreams when toil is done.