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 242 SONGS AND Mortal, our life is sweet; Would'st thou be blest, as we, From the turmoil and stir of the world retreat, And dwell by the lonely sea; THE FAIRIES' SONG. Tax Moon is rising from the hill, Between the dark tre.es streaming; The sky is clear, and the winds are still, And the stars are brightly beaming. And, hark, the Nightingale Begins his varied song; How sweetly, thro' the vale, His numbers float along ! Oh, who dull sleep would chuse, On such a night as this; What heart could e'er refuse To wake--and wake to bliss ? . Then, let us, in the moonlight, Trip it o'er the green, ......... Google

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