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12 rev Virtua's power you'll find Above poor Cupid's sway, While Love, most truly blind, Too seldom finds his way.

Reason then guide me, Cupid away, Mine be the lover, Who, prudent as kind, Aims to discover A charm in the mind : Who, prizing ever. The heart alone, Will build his love on Virtue's And never, never That love disown.

AYE WAKING, OH! Arranged by Dewar. Sung by Miss Noel

Aye wakin', oh! Wakin' aye and weary; Rest I canna get, For thinking of my dearie. Oh, this love, this love! ne Life to me how dreary! When I sleep I dream, Oh! when I wake I'm eerie. Oh, this love, this love!

Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow, While my soul's delight Is on his bed of sorrow. Hear me, powers divine ! Oh, in pity bear me! Take aught else of mine, But my lover spare me. Spare, oh, spare my love