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Night Song,

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When on thy pillow lying,     Half listen, I implore,     And at my lute's soft sighing,     Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?     For at my lute's soft sighing     The stars their blessings pour     On feelings never-dying;     Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?     Those feelings never-dying     My spirit aid to soar     From earthly conflicts trying;     Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?     From earthly conflicts trying     Thou driv'st me to this shore;     Through thee I'm thither flying,     Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?     Through thee I'm hither flying,     Thou wilt not list before     In slumbers thou art lying:     Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

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"When on thy pillow lying,..."

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