the serenade.
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Like spirits they came, like spirits they went;
They left not a track on the grass;
From the heart's father-laud they surely were sent—
So swiftly they vanished, alas!
They left not a track on the grass;
From the heart's father-laud they surely were sent—
So swiftly they vanished, alas!
But the songs that they sang, did not vanish away;
The pleasure we ever may keep;
We shall hear them by night, we shall hear them by day,
Till pleasure and memory sleep.
The pleasure we ever may keep;
We shall hear them by night, we shall hear them by day,
Till pleasure and memory sleep.
