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Come o'er the moonlit sea,The waves are brightly glowing.
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The morn was fair, the skies were clear,No breath came o'er the sea.
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Meek and lowly, pure and holy,Chief among the "blessed three."
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Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are brightOn river and forest, o'er mountain and lea.
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A word in season spokenMay calm the troubled breast.
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The bud is on the bough again,The leaf is on the tree.
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