Beauties of the mind, a poetical sketch With lays, historical and romantic. By Charles Swain |
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WHEN EVE HATH CALL'D HER STARS. |
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WHEN EVE HATH CALL'D HER STARS.
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When Eve hath call'd her stars to light,And the moon, like hope, shines clear,
Oh! come in thy beauty to bless my sight,
My first—my only dear!
For ne'er had Love so sweet an hour,
As that which the moonlight wreaths;
When young hearts and lutes have the fondest power,
And the spirit of gladness breathes!
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There's a charm for some in the gay sunshine,In the golden lighted flowers,
But night—oh, night! with its spell divine,
Was made for hearts like ours!
Then come when the last red ray departs
From earth and heaven above,
When each breeze hath a whisper of lovers' hearts,—
My first—my only love!
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