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tis pleasant on some evning fair
after a sumers day
when still the breeze & calm the air
& seawaves gently play

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to view the bay o'er whose still breast
white sails do softly glide
how peacefully its waters rest
like to a sleeping child

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when the blue concave of the sky
is clear without a stain
& the bright arch of heaven on high
imparts to the wide main

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its beautiful & saphire glow
while the suns golden light
makes all the western sky to flow
with streams like ruby bright

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then like fair piles of burnished gold
those marble pillars stand
palaces of imortal mould
& castles tow'ring grand

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while mur'm'ring sounds of pomp & mirth
rise from the mighty walls
& wildly mingleing sweep forth
like thundring waterfalls

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tone
on the calm sea they die
or rising with the deaths moan
on winds of heaven fly

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to play with them amid the strings
of harps whose magic voice
in the long dark'nd rest sings
while fairies round rejoice

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as through tall trees the wild winds moan
& silver moonbeams glance
the harp peals forth with triumphs tone
& spirits mirthful dance