Awake
Come forth, my love! my sunbeams bid thee waken, The warbling throats of songsters call "Arise!"The splendor of each flower, each mist filled valley, Are thine for naught, if thou but ope' thine eyes.
Awake thy trust! for thou must know I love thee, A love as pure as nature's dew-kissed rose;My light in splendid glory shines above thee, Awake! before this sparkling beauty dies.
Arise beloved! for canst thou hear me singing? My song the song of youth, of love, of joy;The echoes still through wood and dell are ringing, Awake from sleep, dear heart! awake, arise!
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