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STANZAS;

BY

BERNARD BARTON.

There is beauty on the mountain,In the morning's early gleam;There is beauty the fountain,By the moonlight's silv'ry beam;
But more beautiful the splendourOf thy smile, Love, when we meet;And that dewy eye more tender,Which can make e'en parting sweet.
There is music in the measureOf the soaring sky-lark's lay,When he hails with eager pleasureThe rising orb of day;—
There is melody enchantingIn sweet Philomela's voice,When she, with music panting,Bids drowsy night rejoic;—
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