SOFTLY shines the autumn moon, -
Softly, gently, sweetly, brightly;
Ah, it is a precious boon
'Neath its rays to slumber lightly.
Earth and I in the pure beams
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All our hurts and griefs are healing;
Nature full of music seems, -
Still so gently o'er me stealing.
Dreamland vaguely seems to float
Like a seaweed on the ocean, -
Seems to rock me like a boat
With an undulating motion;
But I start up from repose
With an agitated feeling,
For that music comes and goes,
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