Oh that my dearest Moth could know
The bounds of Stella’s love
Her jealousies she would forego
If Stella chanced to rove.
But dearest Moth forgets, ’tis plain
How lately she was seen
Flitting thro’ Richmond’s pleasant lane
And over Richmond Green.
For Stella knew her Moth so sly
Was going to take a flight
She therefore mounted to the sky
Among her kindred bright.
Close by the moon her station lay
With Phoebus she was vying
To make the night shine clear as day
While pretty Moth was flying.
For Moth is still her Stella’s care
Whether in Earth or sky,
Above she lights her as a star
On Earth, as brilliant fly.
And thus she’ll guide her Moth from harm
With all her powers of sights
’Gainst every evil find a charm