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XII.
MOONSHINE.
Roll on, bright moon! And if we bid or not,It would, undoubtedly, as ever shine.
How sweetly on yon bank its beams recline,
A radiant glory hallowing the spot,
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The tall trees rising steeple-like, and high,
Their forms disclosed against the western sky,
And flowers, moonlight-tinted, 'mid the glow;
Revealing lovers, vowing by that moon
Eternal fealty, everlasting truth,
And hosts of pretty oaths impelled by youth,
Rapidly made, and broken full as soon;
Revealing, too, 'mid country autumn airs,
Young men and roguish maidens “hooking” pears.
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