THE

RISING VILLAGE,

WITH

OTHER POEMS.

By Oliver Goldsmith

© St. John, N.B.: John McMillan, 1834


 

SERENADE.



Awake, oh wake! the moon is beaming
    Brightly on each rosy flower, [Page 138]
Though soft thy sleep and sweet thy dreaming,
    Come love to yonder bower.
The queen of night, with silvery light,

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Will guide they steps to me, Oh! wake dear Rosalie.

Awake, oh wake! from slumber stealing,
    Share this placid hour with me,
A heart that beats with tenderest feeling,
    I’ll give dearest maid to thee.

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The queen of night, with silvery light,
Will guide thy steps to me, oh! wake dear Rosalie.

Oh, come! from night’s dull bosom waking,
    Soon will rise the lord of day;
Now is the hour that rest forsaking,

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    Lovers give their hearts away.
The queen of night, with silvery light,
Will guide they steps to me, oh! come dear Rosalie. [Page 139]