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SEREN ADE.-l3y HENRY MkALE.
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Wake, lady, wake--the midnight moon Saiis through inc cioadless skies of June ; The stars gaze sweetly on the stream, Which. Tn the brightness of their beam,

 One sheet of glory lies. The glow worm Ients its lttle light, And all that's beautiful a:,d ar:ght Is shining on our world to-night,

 Save thy bright eyes! Wake, lady, wake-the nightingale Tells to ti.e morn her love -iorn faie: Now doth the brook that's hush'd by day, As through the vale it winds it's way,

 In murmurs sweet rejoice: The leaves, by the soft night-wlnd stlrr'd, Are whispering many gentle word, And all sarth's sweetest sounds are heard,

 Save thy sweet voice Wake, lady, wake-thy lover waits: Thy steed stands saddled at the gates: Here IS a garment rich and rare, To wrap thee from the cold night air;

 The appointed hour IS flown Danger and douot have vanished quite. Our way before is clear and bright, And all is ready for the flight,

 Save thee alone Wake, lady, wahe--I have wreath, Thy broad, fair brow shall rise beneath; l have ring that must not shine On any 6pgsr, love, but thine

 I'se kept my plighted VOW. Beneath thy easement here stand, To le ad thee by thy own white hand. Far fsom this duli and captive strand,

 But where art thou!