SERENADE.

Wake Leila, wake, the stilly night
    Invites thee from repose,
The zephyrs in the moon-beam’s light,
    Now sleep on every rose.
Leila, awake, and come to me.

Wake, Leila, wake, in yonder bower,
    Beneath the Acacia tree,
Thy lover waits at this soft hour,
    To breathe his vows to thee.
Leila, awake, and come to me.

Wake, Leila, wake, to thy fond youth
    In beauty’s charms appear,
His tale of love, and hope and truth,
    Thou’lt never blush to hear.
Leila, awake, and come to me. [Page 140]