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BIRD AND RIVER.
'Tis the moonlight sleeping
On the mountain height,
Vale and river steeping
In her own pale light;
Nature bends, as listening,
To the vesper hour;
Whilst the dew is glistening
O'er each dreaming flower:
Stealing soft and slowly
Through the moonlight vale,
Hark! like something holy
Sings the nightingale.
On the mountain height,
Vale and river steeping
In her own pale light;
Nature bends, as listening,
To the vesper hour;
Whilst the dew is glistening
O'er each dreaming flower:
Stealing soft and slowly
Through the moonlight vale,
Hark! like something holy
Sings the nightingale.
Sounds of waters gliding
To the ear are given,
Like an anthem, guiding
Heart and soul to heaven.
Hark, to bird and river,
'Neath the moonlight gleam;
One could list for ever
To so sweet a theme:
Stealing soft and slowly
Through the slumbering vale;
While, like something holy,
Sings the nightingale.
To the ear are given,
Like an anthem, guiding
Heart and soul to heaven.
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'Neath the moonlight gleam;
One could list for ever
To so sweet a theme:
Stealing soft and slowly
Through the slumbering vale;
While, like something holy,
Sings the nightingale.
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