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HER eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee ; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No Will-o'-th'-Wisp mislight thee, Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee ; But on, on thy way, Not making a stay, Since ghost there's none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber : What though the moon does slumber ? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silv'ry feet My soul I'll pour into thee.
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