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and it to be from the fertile pen OF George
Morris, Esq. editor of the y. York Mir
'r.


William.
The day is dawning, love,
Fled is the night
lgo like the morning, love,
Cheerful and bright.
Then adieu, dearest Ellen,
When evening is near,
I'll visit thy dwelling,
For true love is here.


Ellen.
oh come where the fountain, love,
TRANQUILITY flows,
Beneath the green mountain, love,
Seek for repose.
Here the day of our childhood,
In loves golden beam,
'Mong the moss and the wildwood,
Pa~s'd on like dream.
linger awhile, love-


Ellen.
Imust away.


ITilhiam.
oh grant me thy smile, love.
'Tis hopes brilliant ray.
With evening expect me.


Ellen.
To the moment be true,
And may angels protect thee.


Both.
Sweet Ellen adieu.
Dear William adieu.