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 We call thm far throngh the silent night, And they speak not from cve nor hi!l, We know, thou bird! that their land is hight, But, oh! ay, do they love there sti!l. SEE OUR OARS.-- Sz our oars with feather'd spray, Sparkle in the beam o� day, In our !ittte bark we glide, Swiftly 9'er the silent tide; 'From yonder lone and rocky shore, The warrior hermit to reestore; And sweet the morning breezes blow, While thus in measured time we row. SLEEP GENTLE LADY.-- Sz. zzP, gentle lady, flowers are clJsing, The very winds ad waves .reposing, O, let our soft and soothing numbers Wrap thee in sweeter, softer slumbers! Peace be around thee, lady bright, Sleep while we sing--goodnight, good night! LOVE, MY MARY.--, Lovz, my Mary, dwells with thee, On t.hy cheek his bed I see; No, h&t cheek is pal with cam, Love can find no roses there; No roses there, no, no. 'Tis not on th cheek of rose, Love can find the best repose; In my hetr his home thou'It see, There he lives, and lives for thee.

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