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Rh The name of my darling none must declare,
 * Though his fame belike sunshine from shore to shore;

But, oh, may Heaven—Heaven hear my prayer,
 * And waft the Hero to my arms once more!

Chorus—My heart—it danced when he was near,
 * Ah! now my woe is the young Chevalier;
 * 'Tis a pang that solace ne'er can know,
 * That he should be banish'd by a rightless foe.