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Boys Sing.

Night! with all thine eyes look down!

Darkness! weep thy holiest dew!

Never smiled the inconstant moon

On a pair so true.

Haste, coy hour! and quench all light,

Lest eyes see their own delight!

Haste, swift hour! and thy loved flight

Oft renew!

Girls Sing.

Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her!

Holy stars! permit no wrong!

And return, to wake the sleeper,

Dawn, ere it be long!

O joy! O fear! there is not one

Of us can guess what may be done

In the absence of the sun:—

Come along!

Boys.

Oh! linger long, thou envious eastern lamp

In the damp

Caves of the deep!

Girls.

Nay, return, Vesper! urge thy lazy car!

Swift unbar

The gates of Sleep!

Chorus.

The golden gate of Sleep unbar,

When Strength and Beauty, met together,

Kindle their image, like a star

In a sea of glassy weather.

May the purple mist of love

Round them rise, and with them move,

Nourishing each tender gem

Which, like flowers, will burst from them.

As the fruit is to the tree

May their children ever be!