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So went the moonlight hours along,
In this sweet glade; and so, with song
And witching sounds—not such as they,
The cymbalists of Ossa, play'd,
To chase the moon's eclipse away ,
But soft and holy—did each maid
Lighten her heart's eclipse awhile,
And win back Sorrow to a smile.
In this sweet glade; and so, with song
And witching sounds—not such as they,
The cymbalists of Ossa, play'd,
To chase the moon's eclipse away ,
But soft and holy—did each maid
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And win back Sorrow to a smile.
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