THE SUMMER NIGHT.

ARRANGED FROM A GERMAN AIR FOR THE PIANO FORTE.

Presented to Graham’s Magazine, by J. G. Osbourn.

The moon’s brightly beaming, love,

Still waters gleaming;

Wake from thy dreaming, love,

List to my lay.

Long, long, at twilight hour,

From yon lone distant bow’r,

Sadly I watch thy tow’r,

Fading away.

Long, long, at twilight hour,

From yon lone distant bow’r,

Sadly, I watch thy tow’r,

Fading away.

Low winds are sighing, love,

Day flowers dying,

Sweet moments flying, love,

Swiftly away.

Come e’er the morning dew,

Gemming the heather blue,

Green turf and mountain yew,

Our fond flight betray.

Young years are fleeting, love,

Warm bosoms heating,

Watch them retreating, love,

Sadly away.

Haste, o’er the summer tide,

Sweetly our bark will glide,

Thou my fond trust and guide,

On the blue way.