LINES.
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BY GEO. D. PRENTISS.
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Sweet moon, I love thee, yet I grieve
To gaze on thy pale orb to-night;
It tells me of that last dear eve
I passed with her, my soul’s delight.
Hill, vale and wood and stream were dyed
———
BY GEO. D. PRENTISS.
———
Sweet moon, I love thee, yet I grieve
To gaze on thy pale orb to-night;
It tells me of that last dear eve
I passed with her, my soul’s delight.
Hill, vale and wood and stream were dyed