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 22 Then, bound in Hymen's rosy chain, Our hearts shall constant prove, For joys serene, and free from pain, Will ever crown our love.

MEET ME IN THE MOONLIGHT. Meet 'mo in the moonlight, Meet me in the dell ; If the stars behold us, Will they over tell ? Tho' the moon be bright, love, Never heed the skies ; Need we gaze at heaven? Are there not your eyes ? Let the gentle breezes Whisper as they fly, Until they cannot echo All that me may sigh. Who shall ever listen Who shall ever tell We were in the moonlight, Kissing in the dell?