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Show A NIGHT SHADOW. By W. C. Stll 3. Sing low in the night, sing lov, Sweet bird of the folded wing! On thy far-off hill where the black tflnes grow, And the mountains their shadows fling; While the night dews fall, and the dim stars shine, Thou in thy shadow, and I In mine. It was flaming dawn of a day, 9 And the face of my love was rair, 9 And her kiss like the nectarous dew that lay 9 In the heart of the bell rose tare; 9 And the skies were blue, and the days were long, 9 And we loved and lingered, and knew no wrong. 9 That ever the heart should cry, 9 Or the moon grow dark in the west! 9 For they that are fair In the face must die, And those we love most and best. m There is dust In the urn, and the skies are lead, M And I cannot hear the voice of my dead. j9 Sing low on thy far off hill, 9 Sad bird of the slumb'rous note' 9 Sing soft thy song till my spirit thrill M Like the plaint in thy crooning throat. 9 There are left but the stars on us both to shine, 9 Thou in thy shadow and I In mine. 9 From the Criterion. 9 |