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Sing to me, Gondolier! Sing words from Tasso's lay; While blue, and still, and clear, Night seems but softer day: The gale is gently falling As if it paus'd to hear Some strain the past recalling; Sing to me, Gondolier!

Oh, ask me not to wake The memory of the brave; Bid no high numbers break The silence of the wave.