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HEBREW MELODIES.
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IT IS THE HOUR.
It is the hour when from the boughsThe nightingale's high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers' vowsSeem sweet in every whispered word;And gentle winds and waters nearMake music to the lonely ear.Each flower the dews have lightly wet,And in the sky the stars are met;And on the wave is deeper blue,And on the leaf a browner hue;And in the Heaven that clear obscure,So softly dark, and darkly pure,That follows the decline of dayAs twilight melts beneath the moon away.
