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MUSICAL AND LITERARY MISCELLANY.
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On his cap, where the buckle
And rosary blaze.
The maid from her lattice
Looks down on the lake,
To see the foam sparkle
The bright billows break ;
And to hear in his boat.
Where he shines like a star,
Her lover so tenderly
Touch his guitar.
She opens her lattice.
And sits in the glow
Of moon-light and star-light
A statue of snow ;
And she sings in a voice
That is broken with sighs,
And she darts on her lover
The light of her eyes.
His " love-speaking pantomime"
Tells her his soul — •
How wild in the sunny clime
Hearts and eyes roll !
She waves with her white hand
Her white fazzolet.
And her burning thoughts flash
From her eyes living jet.
The moon-light is hid
In a vapour of snow !
Her voice and her rebeck
Alternately flow;
Re echoed the swell
From the rock to the hill
They sing their farewell.
And the music is still.
J. C. Percival.
TENOK.
ALTO.
AIK.
BASS.
O WHAT BEAUTY LORD APPEARS.
SACKED MOTETT.
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