Dawn with her rosy mantle,
Stands at the gate of morning.
Night's gloom afar is driven,
Yet thou art slumbering still!
Wake, and arise my fairest,
Look forth, in beauty beaming,
Brighter than sunshine gleaming,
With joy my heart to fill.
Oh, moment of rapture,
Her fair hand appeareth;
My sighing she heareth!
My prayer she grants,
Bissfull moment,
She appeareth!
My sighing
She heareth!
Ye moments ,oh, hasten,
Until I behold her!
Until I have told her
My heart she enchants,
Until I have told her my heart she enchants.
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