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THE OMEN MOON.
O, I've seen the fair new moon, mother!
Her crescent crowns the night,
And from its silver horns, mother,
Streams forth a gentle light;
O, fair its beam,
On wood and stream,
Putting all gloom to flight;
And I saw her over my right, mother,
I saw her over my right.
Her crescent crowns the night,
And from its silver horns, mother,
Streams forth a gentle light;
O, fair its beam,
On wood and stream,
Putting all gloom to flight;
And I saw her over my right, mother,
I saw her over my right.
On the bridge by the maple path, mother,
I stood and looked below,
And the rippling waves in the light, mother,
Shone bright with its silvery glow;
The song of a bird
The calm air stirred
Of the tranquil summer night;
And the moon shone over my right, mother,
And the moon shone over my right.
I stood and looked below,
And the rippling waves in the light, mother,
Shone bright with its silvery glow;
The song of a bird
The calm air stirred
Of the tranquil summer night;
And the moon shone over my right, mother,
And the moon shone over my right.
And I thought of the land of the blest, mother,
Where the holy spirits dwell,
And their smiles seemed wove with the light, mother,
Of the moonbeams, where they fell,
And my spirit turned
Where the fair stars burned
With a new and supreme delight,
As the moon shone over my right, mother,
As the moon shone over my right.
Where the holy spirits dwell,
And their smiles seemed wove with the light, mother,
Of the moonbeams, where they fell,
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Where the fair stars burned
With a new and supreme delight,
As the moon shone over my right, mother,
As the moon shone over my right.
And then I wished my wish, mother,
Beneath the moon's fair beams;
Strange, strange that thoughts of earth, mother,
Should mix with our heavenly dreams!
I'm not to blame,
I could but name
My love in my prayer to-night,
When the moon shone over my right, mother,
When the moon shone over my right.
Beneath the moon's fair beams;
Strange, strange that thoughts of earth, mother,
Should mix with our heavenly dreams!
I'm not to blame,
I could but name
My love in my prayer to-night,
When the moon shone over my right, mother,
When the moon shone over my right.
I heard a sigh by my side, mother,
As I gazed on the wave below,
And my heart beat strangely fast, mother,
But not with fear,—O, no!
I forgot to say
John came that way,
By chance, though, doubtless, quite,
And the moon shone over our right, mother,
And the moon shone over our right.
As I gazed on the wave below,
And my heart beat strangely fast, mother,
But not with fear,—O, no!
I forgot to say
John came that way,
By chance, though, doubtless, quite,
And the moon shone over our right, mother,
And the moon shone over our right.
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