Mountain State Moon

The moon may shine in Caroline
And on the Wabash too.
While many a rhyme in many a clime
Describes her glorious hue.
But transcendently bright is the queen of the nite,
Whether seen in December or June
If you view it aright where naught dims the sight
And call our Mountain State moon.

Go view her calm face from the wide open space
As she sails through the azure blue sky,
Then climb some high peak, watch her play hide and seek
With the soft clouds that go drifting by.
The valley, the river, all nature it seems
Is kissed into beauty by her soft, mellow beams.
Ah, no. West Virginia envies no other moon
For in no fairer land do fond lovers croon.

-Walter C. Harris
1876-1936