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The Dream that Night Limerick was surrendred.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The Dream that Night Limerick was surrendred.

Methoughts I heard the charming Eccho say,
Arise my Love, from hence, and come away;
Tho' the Waves rowl, the mighty Tempest's done,
And all's concluding with the setting Sun;
I'm come to lead thee to thy Port agen,
And place thee in the lost Jerusalem.
At this my feeble Pulse with Joy beat high,
To see my Ancient Paradise so nigh;
Then straight I hois'd up sail, and bore away,
As swift as Eagles when they find a Prey;
Here I presum'd more solid Joys to find,
But Thoughts convey'd me back, tho' 'gainst the Wind.