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SONGS.

GAYLY in through the casement

Peeps the dawn;

Gayly the bird in the coppice

Greets the morn;

Love starts from its troubled slumber, -

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Wakes and sighs.

Calmly the moon is shining,

The world at rest;

The bird is quietly sleeping

On her nest;

Love turns on its feverish pillow

With open eyes.

J. B.

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