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To the Music of Von Weber’s last Waltz.

I’d die mid soft music,

And whispering the lay,

I’d breathe in sweet singing

My spirit away.

Bend o’er me, though weeping,

Thou beautiful one

With thy long flowing tresses

Till sinks my life’s sun:

Then round me, ye lovely,

Sigh sad to the lute,

And warble your sorrow

While breathes the soft flute.

I’d die, &c.

I’ve lived mid the lovely,

And dying, I’d hear

The voice of the lovely

Sound last on mine ear.

In life, and in blooming

I’ve loved the soft lyre,

And music shall soothe me

Till faint I expire.

Till Earth’s music failing

I join as I rise,

The far fading echoes

That float from the skies.

I’d die, &c.