THE RUSSIAN LOVER
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Fleetly Ger the moonlight, SHOWS


Speed me to my lady's bow'r;
Swift our sledge as lightning goes,


Nor shall step till mornings hoN.
Bright, my steed, the northern star


Lights us from yon jewel'd skies;
But, to greet us, brighter far,


Morn shall bring my lady's eyes.
Lovers, lull'a in sunny bow'rs,


Sleeping out their dream sf time,
Know nat half the bliss that S ours,


in this snowy, icy cline.
Like yon star tha, liyeher CLEANS


From the frosty heavens around.
Love himself the keener beams


When with SHOWS OF coyness crown'd.
Fleet then on, my merry steed,


Bound, my sledge, DER hill and dale ;
Wha: can match leger's speed


See, I is daylight. breaking pale!
Brightly hath the northern star


Lit US from yen radiant skies;
But, behold, how brighter far


Yonder shine my lady's eyes!