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THE WELCOME SUMMONS.
THE SONG OF MONTALTO THE BRAVE, ADDRESSED TO MATILDA.
COME Matilda, blooming fair,
Hear thine own Montalto call;
With the lark will we repair,
To the loud rough waterfall.
Hear thine own Montalto call;
With the lark will we repair,
To the loud rough waterfall.
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Who can view the woodbine wreathe,
Lovely guardian, round the bower;
Who the early perfume breathe,
And not hail the balmy hour.
Lovely guardian, round the bower;
Who the early perfume breathe,
And not hail the balmy hour.
Now, wandering through the meadow wide,
With the wood-note warbling loud;
Now, by the clear meandering tide,
Gliding, like a monarch proud.
With the wood-note warbling loud;
Now, by the clear meandering tide,
Gliding, like a monarch proud.
Oh! who can view the yellow corn,
To the reaper bending low,
Or the ruby cloud of morn,
Nor the grateful heart o'erflow!
To the reaper bending low,
Or the ruby cloud of morn,
Nor the grateful heart o'erflow!
What with Nature may compare,
To awake the lofty thought?
Nature, ever new and fair,
Now to pomp of glory wrought.
To awake the lofty thought?
Nature, ever new and fair,
Now to pomp of glory wrought.
Before the fervid noon-tide ray,
Mark the air with quiet deep;
While yet the ruddy dawn delay,
And with dew the flowret weep;
Mark the air with quiet deep;
While yet the ruddy dawn delay,
And with dew the flowret weep;
All alone will we retreat,
Far from every prying eye;
And beguile the moment fleet,
With delightful colloquy.
Far from every prying eye;
And beguile the moment fleet,
With delightful colloquy.
Come! improve the happy time,
While we think, the whole may fade;
In the morning hour of prime,
Come, Matilda, blooming maid!
While we think, the whole may fade;
In the morning hour of prime,
Come, Matilda, blooming maid!
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