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This dear reflection disarming danger,
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
And when the din of war is over.
And sweet peace sets the sailor free,
With what joy shall your faithful lover
Fly on love sweetest wings to thee!
Then with delight each other caressing,
Day after day we shall happier be,
And as my Ellen tells o’er each blessing,
She still will whisper a prayer for me.
I sigh for the Girl I adore.
When fairies trip o’er the gay green,
And all nature seems sunk into rest;
Thro’ valleys I wander unseen,
My heart with sad sorrow opprest
There oft by the murmuring streams,
Fair Eleanor’s loss I deplore;
As alone by the moons silver beams,
I sigh for the girl I adoro.
When my flocks wander o’er the wide plain,
To some thicket of woodbine I rove;
The I pensively tune some soft strain,
Or sing forth the praise of my love.
Where does my fair Eleanor stray?
Must I ne’er see the nymph any more?
Thus destracted I mourn the long day,
And sigh for the girl I adore.
