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The Song Book 309
The day had sunk in dim showers,
But midnight now, with lustre meek, Illumined all the pale flowers,
Like hope, that lights a mourner's cheek. I said (while The moon's smile Play'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss), "The moon looks On many brooks, The brook can see no moon but this." And thus, I thought, our fortunes run,
For many a lover looks to thee;
While, oh! I feel there is but one,
One Mary in the world for me!
Words by Moore. Tune (from Thomson's Collection) Oonagh.