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My Song.
“Oh, come fair dreams To soothe her pretty head;Float soft as silvery beams   Now shed!”Then up where the lattice swung, I sent a kiss,In the heart of a rose there flung, And murmured this: “Good-night, Sweet! Sweet, good-night! My heart’s delight,   Good-night!”
I bade my love Good-morn, With joy to feelHer presence, soft as dawn, Within me steal, My queen of pearls! My lily of girls!And when she came to me On tiny feet,I vowed there ne’er could be A maid so sweet !   Her hair— The golden sun,Her cheeks—the rose-bloom rare; Was ever beauty won   So fair?The love-light in her eyes Drew forth my kiss;I clasped her to me—mine! My prize! The greeting this: “Good-morn, Sweet! Sweet, good-morn! My heart’s pure dawn,   Good-morn!”

Charles Umbers

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