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The Song Book |
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WE A SECRET TO TELL THEE |
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There, 'mid the deep silence of that hour,
When stars can be heard in ocean dip, Thyself shall, under some rosy bower,
Sit mute, with thy finger on thy lip: Like him, the boy, who born among
The flowers that on the Nile-stream blush, Sits ever thus; his only song
To earth and heaven still " Hush, sweet, hush !"
Words by Moore. ' Air 0 Southern Breeze. |
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