TOyE SONG.
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Oh, haste thee. dream. on thy wings light,


Away to my true loves bower,
And bear my vows OF love 10 night,


And kiss on this dewy flower.
When she roams with thee through sunny isles
or recIines BY the limpid stream,
Let me be there to share in her smiles
Oh, be kind TO me, gentle dream.
Tell her the storm will vet be past


Which darkene our hopes 50 fair
Then point to a blissful home at last,


And days uushaded by care.
So haste thee, dream, on thy wings Of light,


Away to my true loves bower,
And bear her my vows oflove to night,


4 nd kiss on this dewY flower.