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A SONG TO THE ZEPHYR.
The drowsy waves are lulled to rest,
Are lulled to rest on ocean's breast;
On ocean's breast that gently swells
Like Moore's delightful "Evening Bells."
Are lulled to rest on ocean's breast;
On ocean's breast that gently swells
Like Moore's delightful "Evening Bells."
Those bells that with bewitching chime
Go pealing down the vale of time;
On echo's wing they swiftly spring,
And then athwart the world they ring.
Go pealing down the vale of time;
On echo's wing they swiftly spring,
And then athwart the world they ring.
Oh, dainty zephyr sweep the deep
And bid the languid pulses leap;
Oh, sweep the deep with fragrant sighs,
In sweet communion with the skies.
And bid the languid pulses leap;
Oh, sweep the deep with fragrant sighs,
In sweet communion with the skies.
From favored regions far beyond,
We catch a glimmer of thy wand;
Thy magic wand whose happy charm
Shall every foe of love disarm.
We catch a glimmer of thy wand;
Thy magic wand whose happy charm
Shall every foe of love disarm.
So what care we for idle fear,
For idle fear when thou art near,
When thou art near to waft along
The kindred graces—joy and song.
For idle fear when thou art near,
When thou art near to waft along
The kindred graces—joy and song.
