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 The fountains serenade the flowers Upon their silver inte-- And, nestled iR their leafy bowers, The forest birds are mGte The bright and glittsring hosts above UnbaF their golden gates, While Nature holds her courts of lore And Tor her client wafis. Then. lady, wake-in beauty rise Tfs Bow the promised hour, When torches kindie in the skies

 To light thee to thy bower The day we dedicate to care

 To love the witchiag night; Fas all that's beautifal and fair

 In hours hke these unite. E'es thus ihe sweets to fewer's given, The moonlight oa ihe tree, And all the bliss of earth and heaven, Are mingled, love. in thee; Then, lady. wake--in beauty rise.

 'Tis DOW the promised hoar When touches kindIe In the skies

 To light thee 10 thy bower