At The Mid Hour Of Night At The Mid Hour Of Night |
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At The Mid Hour Of NightAt The Mid Hour Of Night
At The Mid Hour Of Night
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there
And tell me our love is remember`d even in the sky!
Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear
When our voices, commingling, breathed like one on the ear;
And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, O my Love! `tis thy voice, from the Kingdom of Souls
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
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