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L-il«» List flotre** blushing a. faxe_well to spring.
Her fair form caressing, my ardent suit pressing,
At the soft twilight hour we ranged through the grove ;
Then gently entreating, and fond vow repeating,
She cherished my hopes, and she smiled in my love !
The moments pass'd sweetly, the night star rose fleetly
To light home my Mary, so kind and so fair.
When slumher steals lightly, kind fairies come nightly,
And watch o'er the couch of my Mary with care.
O saw ye my Mary,, &c.
THE SLEEPING CHILD.
Poetry from the German. 31usic by Desjanor.
guile.
Blessed infant ! . how endearing
'Tis to see thee smile in joy ;
Care nor sorrow comes to-morrow,
Nought that can thy heart annoy!
Happy infant, in thy cradle,
Endless space thou seem'st to see;
Be a man, and all creation
Is not wide enough for thee.

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