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 LYRICAL PIECES. Till, tied the shades of midnight, Morn's first blush be seen ! Sweet Moon, far lovelier is thy light, Than day's broad, gaudy splendor; Thy modest eams arelnot so bright, But, oh, more sof--more tender ! And, Nihtisale, more sweet That lonely la of thine, Than whe, the dawn to greet, Ten thonasmt birds combine. Let mortals toll, in vain, Beneath the eye of day; Be ours to hear thy strain, And' dance the night away ! Chorus. Trip it o'er the green, For, chasing friendly midnight, More will soon be seen! ......... Google
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