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past the midnight bell,

One hour, and only one,

I wandered with my love;

We wander'd, and alone

We wander'd thro' the grove—

And now—sweet maid! farewell,

God's blessing be thine own!

heav'n has many a star,

In such a night as this is;

But all, when couhted, are

Far fewer than thy kisses;

They are not—nor shall be,

While time is time—to me

So bright as thou, by far.