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Soft as the Falling Dews of Night

Soft as the falling dews of night
The tear of pity flows;
Bright as the moon's returning light
That gilds the opening rose.

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Sweet as the fragrant breeze of May
Her sympathetic sigh;
Mild as the morning tint of day,
The beam that lights her eye.
Still, gentle spirit, o'er my heart
Preserve thy wonted sway;
Teach me to blunt Affliction's dart,
And soothe her cares away.
Or, if thy anxious efforts fail,
While sorrows still pursue;
I'll wish, while listening to the tale,
That good I cannot do.