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THE CAVALIER'S CALL.
The ray of ev'ning's tender,
It flashes o'er the deep,
Oh! fly and hail its splendor,
And cease fair maid to sleep!
What dream of fancied treasure,
What prospect of the heart
Can match the guileless pleasure,
That moon-beam can impart?
It flashes o'er the deep,
Oh! fly and hail its splendor,
And cease fair maid to sleep!
What dream of fancied treasure,
What prospect of the heart
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That moon-beam can impart?
Thy Cavalier delaying,
Awaits thy form with joy;
His life is spent in straying
Then give his heart employ.
Descend in all thy beauty,
And bless me with thy ray;
Impatient yet with duty,
I grieve at thy delay.
Awaits thy form with joy;
His life is spent in straying
Then give his heart employ.
Descend in all thy beauty,
And bless me with thy ray;
Impatient yet with duty,
I grieve at thy delay.
As o'er the fleece of heaven
Those stars, that moon attend,
A grateful duty given,
Their lights with her's they blend;
So let thine eye of brightness
Bestow its ray on me;
Whilst life and love and lightness
My heart shall gain from thee.
Those stars, that moon attend,
A grateful duty given,
Their lights with her's they blend;
So let thine eye of brightness
Bestow its ray on me;
Whilst life and love and lightness
My heart shall gain from thee.
Then come, for soon the splendor
That lends us now its ray;
In shadow will grow tender,
And fade in gloom away.
Then whilst the hours are flying
Oh! clog with sweets their flight,
And come with look complying
And bless my heart to night!
That lends us now its ray;
In shadow will grow tender,
And fade in gloom away.
Then whilst the hours are flying
Oh! clog with sweets their flight,
And come with look complying
And bless my heart to night!
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