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DEFEATED.
I.
O circling hills! O murmuring stream!
O moon! so fair and round and bright,
Rising as softly as a dream,
Born in the silence of the night.
O moon! so fair and round and bright,
Rising as softly as a dream,
Born in the silence of the night.
II.
What rapture in the glittering air!
What chords of joy in lyres divine!
What peace and gladness everywhere,
Save in this weary heart of mine!
What chords of joy in lyres divine!
What peace and gladness everywhere,
Save in this weary heart of mine!
III.
In every field the corn is cut,
And stands in goodly yellow sheaves:
And ripe the kernel in each nut,
And lined with seed the fern's green leaves.
And stands in goodly yellow sheaves:
And ripe the kernel in each nut,
And lined with seed the fern's green leaves.
