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I sat me down upon a green bank-side,
It is a summer evening, calm and fair,
See through yon cloud that rolls in wrath,
Yes! heaven protect thee, thou gem of the ocean;
Whene'er thy wandering footstep bends
Day gradual fades, in evening gray,
Oh! go to sleep, my baby dear,
Oh the tear is in my eye, and my heart it is breaking,
'Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye,
"My visual orbs are purged from film, and lo!
When that eye of light shall in darkness fall,
"You damn me with faint praise."
Though fate upon this faded flower
A beam upon the myrtle fell
Grant me, I cried, some spell of art,