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JOYS OF YOUTH, HOW FLEETING!

Portuguese dir.

I.
WHISPÄRINGS, heard by wakeful maids,

To whom the night-stars guide usStolen walks through moonlight shades, With those we love beside us.

Hearts beating, at meeting,

Tears starting, at parting;.
Oh! sweet youth, how soon it fades!

Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

HEAR ME BUT ONCE.

French Air.

1. Hear me but once, while o'er the grave,

In which our love lies cold and dead, I count each flatt'ring hope he gave,

Of joys now lost and charms now fled.

II.

Who could have thought the smile he wore,

When first we met, would fade away? Or that a chill would e'er come o'er

Those eyes so bright through many a day?

NUMBER III.

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