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SWEET MARIA.

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AIR,—“Roslin Castle.”

Upon this verdant bank I'll lie
Till Phœbus quit the evening sky,
And Luna, with her visage pale,
Gleam faintly down this rural vale.
The birds sing sweetly through the grove,
And cheer this lone retreat of love;
Eden-fragrance breathes around
This charming fairy-haunted ground.
The raptured hour is drawing nigh,
And for Maria I espy;
With sprightly step, across the glade,
She hastens to the ivy shade.
The western breeze blows through the broom,
And wafts along a sweet perfume;
But nought, in all kind nature's charms,
Is like Maria in my arms.