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A prelude now;—now, one short pause,—
And hark! those thrilling notes again.
And hark! those thrilling notes again.
Ah! blessed one, that strain who hears,
As on the air its echoes swell.
For her, no sad, no blighting fears:
These notes of deep affection tell.
As on the air its echoes swell.
For her, no sad, no blighting fears:
These notes of deep affection tell.
Then, minstrel, pour thy melody,
And raise thy tuneful numbers high.
The shrinking form thou may'st not see;
But know her faithful heart is nigh.
And raise thy tuneful numbers high.
The shrinking form thou may'st not see;
But know her faithful heart is nigh.
To-morrow's sun on thee shall shine,
And bless thee with its beaming ray.
Her heart's best tribute shall be thine,
And thine shall be her gentle lay.
And bless thee with its beaming ray.
Her heart's best tribute shall be thine,
And thine shall be her gentle lay.
