SOFTLY falls the summer moonlight
On the tranquil ocean tides.
Where a boat with youth and maiden
O'er the water lightly rides.
Hushed by nature's solemn silence,
Whispers he in accents low,
"Let us float through life together
Though the tide be ebb or flow."
And she answers, breathing music
Like a low breeze through the pines,
"Yes, dear, if you 'll only let me
Hold, as now, the rudder lines."
FEZ.
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