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STANZASWRITTEN ON A BEAUTIFUL SUMMER'S NIGHT WHICH BROUGHT BACK THE RECOLLECTION OF HAPPIER HOURS.
Dear happy days of innocent delight,
To which, alas! I've bade a long adieu;
At this soft melancholy hour of night
Fond memory brings you to my mental view.
To which, alas! I've bade a long adieu;
At this soft melancholy hour of night
Fond memory brings you to my mental view.
Now not a murmur breaks the calm serene,
Nature is hush'd in quiet tranquil sleep,
Save one who loves the soul-enchanting scene,
And wakes to count her sorrows and to weep.
Nature is hush'd in quiet tranquil sleep,
Save one who loves the soul-enchanting scene,
And wakes to count her sorrows and to weep.
Pale Cynthia's beams now silver ev'ry leaf,
The crystal dew-drops glitter on each spray,
The crystal dew-drops glitter on each spray,
