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Love is like a summer flower, Blooming, drooping in an hour ; Rudely pressed the flower will fade - So will love, when once betrayed.

Deserted by the waning moon When skies proclaim night's cheerless moon On tower or fort or lented ground The sentry walks his lonely round; And should a footstep haply stray, Where caution marks the guarded way Who goes there stranger quickly tell A friend - the word. Good night, all's wel

Or sailing on the midnight deep, When weary messmates soundly sleep The careful watch patrols the deck, To guard the ship from foes or wreck And while his thoughts oft homwards veer Some friendly voice salutes his ear What cheer ? brother quickly tell; Above-below. Good night ; all's well.