And the jale that fens our brows. Then, wind ?n ?!tered t?B0 yThn?tbemng foliage b?r, Though every flower of.somothinff gore, A tinge may wear; VENETIAN BOAT SONG. T? Say beam is over the m, Oh haste every bark, to the shore; 1?o joy in the mornin s can be, With moonlight our pleasure it o'er: Pothaps it is sweet on ?he hills To watch how the daylight appears, To see it all bright in the rills, And shbiing through night's dewy roars, But oh! in t?e wild !rour of night, When loud wimb are healled to a bt?fmo, With mu?e and moon-heroin so bright, 'TIS heaTon to flide o'or the sou, How swat 'tb to watch the bright And t? ? wi?d ? ?f he? How sweet 'tb to gme on To breathe the oot't fright ?r perfam*d With tho J?gb of the grovom on the To sore how tho moon h?m fihim'd Thea hem overy. somlolet, on, Oh, who would rein&hi om the w?vm
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