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SONG. III.
Whisper love at star-light hour
When the hush is deep around,
And the dew upon the flower,
Calleth incense from the ground.
Whisper love when recent tears
Dim the lustre of the eye,
When the smile delaying fears,
Sorrow may be lurking nigh.
When the hush is deep around,
And the dew upon the flower,
Calleth incense from the ground.
Whisper love when recent tears
Dim the lustre of the eye,
When the smile delaying fears,
Sorrow may be lurking nigh.
Whisper love at holiest eve,
When the lips are fresh from prayer,
Never woman may deceive
Him who kneels beside her there.
Truth is hid in every star,
Grief hath no deluding tone,
And the holiness of prayer
Blends two spirits into one.
When the lips are fresh from prayer,
Never woman may deceive
Him who kneels beside her there.
Truth is hid in every star,
Grief hath no deluding tone,
And the holiness of prayer
Blends two spirits into one.
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