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Rh But I fear I’m a bit of sceptic,
 * For I hadn’t much faith in the charm,

Still I thought to myself, “I will try it,
 * As it surely can do no harm.”

And the moon shed its glories around me
 * As I whispered the quaint old rhyme,

And of course, dear, I need not tell you
 * I was thinking of you all the time.

Oh! I whispered it ever so softly
 * For fear I might be overheard,

But the moon and the stars seemed to listen
 * And I know that they caught every word.

And I fancied the moon was smiling
 * And the stars seemed to laugh overhead,

And I felt half ashamed of my folly
 * As I silently crept to my bed.

But, dear, I awoke in the morning
 * Convinced that the charm was true,

And I know that the good Saint heard me,
 * For, darling, I dreamed of you.