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LOVE'S HOUR.
Ye stars, that bright as seraphs seem
To walk the circling sky,
Go, softly at her casement beam,
And say Love's hour is nigh!
Ye waves, that lingering leave the shore,
As if its flowers were dear,
Steal gently to my Mary's door,
And whisper I am here!
To walk the circling sky,
Go, softly at her casement beam,
And say Love's hour is nigh!
Ye waves, that lingering leave the shore,
As if its flowers were dear,
Steal gently to my Mary's door,
And whisper I am here!
Go, with thy plaintive notes, sweet bird,
And touch her tender heart;
And tell her I would speak one word—
A word, ere I depart!
Go, perch upon the jasmine spray,
That twines her lattice free;
And ask her why she stays away
So long from Love and me?
And touch her tender heart;
And tell her I would speak one word—
A word, ere I depart!
Go, perch upon the jasmine spray,
That twines her lattice free;
And ask her why she stays away
So long from Love and me?
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