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The Song Book |
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CXCVII |
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AT THE MID HOUR OF NIGHT |
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Then I'll sing the wild song, which once 'twas rapture to hear, When our voices, both mingling, breathed like one on the ear, And, as Echo far off thro' the vale my sad orison rolls, I think, oh my Love! 'tis thy voice from the kingdom of souls Faintly answering still the notes which once were so dear!
Words by Moore. Tune (from Bunting) Molly, my Dear. s |
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