. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 0, then I tliink that yet for me Some breeze of fortune thus may spring,Some breeze to waft me, love, to thee— And in that hope I smiling sing, Steady, boy! so. m t\u gmUxj. ^ t morning, when the earth and skyAre glowing with the light of spring,We see thee not, thou humble fly!JSTor think upon thy gleaming wing. But when the skies have lost their hue,And sunny lights no longer play, 0 then we see and bless thee tooFor sparkling oer the dreary way. Thus let me hope, when lost to meThe lights that now my life illume, Some milder

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 0, then I tliink that yet for me Some breeze of fortune thus may spring,Some breeze to waft me, love, to thee— And in that hope I smiling sing, Steady, boy! so. m t\u gmUxj. ^ t morning, when the earth and skyAre glowing with the light of spring,We see thee not, thou humble fly!JSTor think upon thy gleaming wing. But when the skies have lost their hue,And sunny lights no longer play, 0 then we see and bless thee tooFor sparkling oer the dreary way. Thus let me hope, when lost to meThe lights that now my life illume, Some milder joys may come, like thee,To cheer, if not to warm, the gloom. SG9

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