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THE SEA-NYMPH'S REPLY.
Far from this world of clay
Far from its toil away,
Come, to the sea-nymph, come!
Under the golden sea,
There let us frolic free,
There let us sport and sing,
Down by the coral spring,
Merrily—merrily—
Flinging the silver shells,
Ringing the crystal bells,
Merrily—merrily.
Far from its toil away,
Come, to the sea-nymph, come!
Under the golden sea,
There let us frolic free,
There let us sport and sing,
Down by the coral spring,
Merrily—merrily—
Flinging the silver shells,
Ringing the crystal bells,
Merrily—merrily.
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Far from earth's weeping bowers,
Come to this home of ours,
Come to the sea-nymph, come!
Music shall soothe thy rest,
Swelling from ocean's breast,
Sweeter than e'er was heard
From lip or singing bird,
Heavenly—heavenly!
Dying in waves away,
Soft, as when angels pray,
Heavenly—heavenly!
Come to this home of ours,
Come to the sea-nymph, come!
Music shall soothe thy rest,
Swelling from ocean's breast,
Sweeter than e'er was heard
From lip or singing bird,
Heavenly—heavenly!
Dying in waves away,
Soft, as when angels pray,
Heavenly—heavenly!
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