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I'm Sitting in the Moonlight.
To virtue, plant of heavenly birth,
To friendship, rarest gem of earth,
Devote this little book of thine—
So shall sweet memories combine
A wreath around thy heart to twine.
To friendship, rarest gem of earth,
Devote this little book of thine—
So shall sweet memories combine
A wreath around thy heart to twine.
And when loved forms and voices sweet,
At memory's bidding come to greet,
Recall to mind thy sister-friend,
Whose hopeful prayers for thee ascend,
Whose love for thee shall never end.
At memory's bidding come to greet,
Recall to mind thy sister-friend,
Whose hopeful prayers for thee ascend,
Whose love for thee shall never end.
I'M SITTING IN THE MOONLIGHT.
I'M sitting in the moonlight
That streams across the floor,
And calling back the early days
Which may return no more.
A merry childish group springs up
Before my mental eye,
Whose streaming curls and dancing eyes
Gleam 'neath the moonlit sky;
And well-remembered voices now
Their echoes round me fling,
Like strains of softest melody,
Most dear when vanishing.
And joyous shouts, and bounding feet,
And laughter clear and wild,
That streams across the floor,
And calling back the early days
Which may return no more.
A merry childish group springs up
Before my mental eye,
Whose streaming curls and dancing eyes
Gleam 'neath the moonlit sky;
And well-remembered voices now
Their echoes round me fling,
Like strains of softest melody,
Most dear when vanishing.
And joyous shouts, and bounding feet,
And laughter clear and wild,
