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The Serenade

From the Foreign Quarterly Review

“WHAT sounds so sweet awake me?

What fills me with delight?

O mother, look! who sings thus

So sweetly through the night?”

“I hear not, child, I see not;

Oh, sleep thou softly on!

Comes now to serenade thee,

Thou poor sick maiden, none!”

“It is not earthly music

That fills me with delight;

I hear the angels call me:

O mother dear, good night!”