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NOW WEAVE YOUR SPELLS, YOUNG MAIDEN.
Now weave your spells, young maiden—
Love's sweet and mystic charms;
For the old moon now comes laden
With the young moon in her arms.
And 'tis the auspicious season,
When maiden spells have power;
When the rhyme becomes the reason,
And the fruit is in the flower.
So, weave your spells, young maiden,
Lo! the sign, and this the hour!
Love's sweet and mystic charms;
For the old moon now comes laden
With the young moon in her arms.
And 'tis the auspicious season,
When maiden spells have power;
When the rhyme becomes the reason,
And the fruit is in the flower.
So, weave your spells, young maiden,
Lo! the sign, and this the hour!
Bring Faith, the all-confiding,
And Hope, that sings by night;
Love, through all seasons 'biding,
And Duty, grown Delight;
Truth, that from feeling borrows,
And Care, that, watching fondly,
Knows but to soothe all sorrows,
And cheer the heart most lonely—
These be thy charms, dear maiden,
The best for love—the only!
And Hope, that sings by night;
Love, through all seasons 'biding,
And Duty, grown Delight;
Truth, that from feeling borrows,
And Care, that, watching fondly,
Knows but to soothe all sorrows,
And cheer the heart most lonely—
These be thy charms, dear maiden,
The best for love—the only!
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