| Oft in the stilly night
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| Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me
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| Fond Memory brings the light
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| Of other days around me;
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| The smiles, the tears
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| Of boyhood’s years
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| The words of love then spoken
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| The eyes that shone
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| Now dimmed and gone
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| The cheerful hearts now broken!
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| Thus in the stilly night
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| Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me
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| Sad Memory brings the light
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| Of other days around me
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| When I remember all
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| The friends, so link’d together
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| I’ve seen around me fall
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| Like leaves in wintry weather;
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| I feel like one
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| Who treads alone
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| Some banquet-hall deserted
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| Whose lights are fled
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| Whose garland’s dead
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| And all but he departed!
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| Thus in the stilly night
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| Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me
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| Sad Memory brings the light
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| Of other days around me |