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Another Version Of The Same. (A Bridal Song)

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BOYS SING:     Night! with all thine eyes look down!     Darkness! weep thy holiest dew!     Never smiled the inconstant moon     On a pair so true.     Haste, coy hour! and quench all light,     Lest eyes see their own delight!     Haste, swift hour! and thy loved flight     Oft renew!     GIRLS SING:     Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her!     Holy stars! permit no wrong!     And return, to wake the sleeper,     Dawn, ere it be long!     O joy! O fear! there is not one     Of us can guess what may be done     In the absence of the sun: -     Come along!     BOYS:     Oh! linger long, thou envious eastern lamp     In the damp     Caves of the deep!     GIRLS:     Nay, return, Vesper! urge thy lazy car!     Swift unbar     The gates of Sleep!     CHORUS:     The golden gate of Sleep unbar,     When Strength and Beauty, met together,     Kindle their image, like a star     In a sea of glassy weather.     May the purple mist of love     Round them rise, and with them move,     Nourishing each tender gem     Which, like flowers, will burst from them.     As the fruit is to the tree     May their children ever be!

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