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of the pensive hours, Welcome to our Cambrian bowers; While the harp with plaintive close, Bids us love the song of woes; Or the lute so gaily sweet, Echoes thro' this wild retreat; While our hearts with frolic pleasure, Vibrate to the dulcet measure; We will bless thy soothing power, Sweet and pensive moonlight hour.

By the soft expressive sigh We breathe to mournful melody; By the poet's melting trance, And by his visions of romance; By the lover's trembling tear, To sorrow and to rapture dear; Ever be thy shadowy beam Sacred as the minstrel's theme. Sweetest of the pensive hours, Welcome to our Cambrian bowers.