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Faintly from yonder mountain dim
Floats the convent's vesper hymn,
And over forests, hills, and dells,
How sweetly sound the evening bells!
And tenderly, in yonder vale,
Sings the plaintive nightingale.
Floats the convent's vesper hymn,
And over forests, hills, and dells,
How sweetly sound the evening bells!
And tenderly, in yonder vale,
Sings the plaintive nightingale.
Then lady, lady fair, awake,
Upon the smooth and placid lake
The silver moon-beams gently rest,
Like child upon a mother's breast;
Come forth and shew thy beauty's light,
Where all like thee is fair and bright.
Upon the smooth and placid lake
The silver moon-beams gently rest,
Like child upon a mother's breast;
Come forth and shew thy beauty's light,
Where all like thee is fair and bright.
