. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . T was noon: and every orange budHung languid oer the crystal flood,Faint as the lids of maidens eyesWhen love thoughts in her bosom rise0, for a naiads sparry bower,To shade me in that glowing hour! A little dove, of milky me from a plantain flew,And light alono- the waters brim,I steerd my gentle bark by him;For fancy told me, Love had sentThis gentle bird with kind intentTo lead my steps where I should meet-I knew not what, but something sweet. And—bless the little pilot dove!He had indeed been sent b} Love,To guid

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . T was noon: and every orange budHung languid oer the crystal flood,Faint as the lids of maidens eyesWhen love thoughts in her bosom rise0, for a naiads sparry bower,To shade me in that glowing hour! A little dove, of milky me from a plantain flew,And light alono- the waters brim,I steerd my gentle bark by him;For fancy told me, Love had sentThis gentle bird with kind intentTo lead my steps where I should meet-I knew not what, but something sweet. And—bless the little pilot dove!He had indeed been sent b} Love,To guide me to a scene so dearAs fate allows but seldom here;One of those rare and brilliant , like the aloes** lingering flowers,May blossom to the eye of manBut once in all his weary span. Just where the margins opening shade V-A vista from the waters made, ^- V

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