Song
Bind the sea to slumber stilly;
Bind its odor to the lily;
Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver;
Then bind love to last forever.
—Moore.
Go tame the eagle of the crag;
Go steal the sting from mortal pain;
Go stand the broken water-flag
Erect upon its stalk again.
Restore the freshness of a flower;
The glory of a cloud restore;
Then force the passion of an hour
To fill the aching heart once more.
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