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No. 8 - Dream Song - Erminie - "At Midnight on my Pillow lying."
| Erminie: | At midnight on my pillow lying, By my daily toil oppress'd, To me weary care denying Deep profound that giveth rest; When a tiny bird alighted On my latticed window sill, Welcome guest though uninvited, Cheering by his joyous trill, Calling sweetly, hov'ring o'er me, Rise and come with me along, Swift through fairy glades it bore me, Realms of pure transcendent song. Song of joy, song of cheer, Song of promise, soft and clear. Sweet sounds that fill the tranquil grove, Glad, joyous trill of hope and love. Song of joy, song of cheer, Song of promise, soft and clear. Sounds that fill the tranquil grove, Glad, joyous trill of hope and love. |
| How blissful was this wond'rous pleasure, Ah, such happiness was mine. The remembrance I will treasure In my bosom's inmost shrine. But what grief was mine at finding, On awaking with a scream, Earth's surroundings, all reminding Me 'twas but a happy dream; Yes, his joyous mellow singing Echoes faintly, lingers still, In my ears with gladness ringing, Seems my heart with hope to thrill. Song of hope, song of cheer, Song of promise, soft and clear. Sweet sounds that fill the tranquil grove, Glad, joyous trill of hope and love. Song of hope, song of cheer, Song of promise, soft and clear. Sounds that fill the tranquil grove, Glad, joyous trill of hope and love. |
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