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INTERLUDES.
LAËL AND LORA.
IT was a starry night when zephyrs blow,
And all is joy and happiness below;
When angel whisperings float upon the breeze,
And rustle softly through the silent trees;
When seraphs bathe them in the moon's pale rays,
And wake the soul of harmony with lays;
When murmuring streams have hushed their lullaby
To glass the beamy brightness of the sky;
When all the voices of the night are still,
And echo slumbers on the moon-lit hill;
When dreams and glimpses of eternity
Are shadowed forth from contemplation's sea;
And all is joy and happiness below;
When angel whisperings float upon the breeze,
And rustle softly through the silent trees;
When seraphs bathe them in the moon's pale rays,
And wake the soul of harmony with lays;
When murmuring streams have hushed their lullaby
To glass the beamy brightness of the sky;
When all the voices of the night are still,
And echo slumbers on the moon-lit hill;
When dreams and glimpses of eternity
Are shadowed forth from contemplation's sea;
