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‡ SING TO ME, GONDOLIER!
Sing to me, Gondolier!
Sing words from Tasso's lay;
While blue, and still, and clear,
Night seems but softer day:
The gale is gently falling
As if it paus'd to hear
Some strain the past recalling;
Sing to me, Gondolier!
Oh, ask me not to wake
The memory of the brave;
Bid no high numbers break
The silence of the wave.
