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What a night of expectation pass'd I!For I watch'd, and ev'ry chime I number'd;If perchance I slept a few short moments,Still my heart remain'd awake forever,And awoke me from my gentle slumbers.

By a stream of tears that rillFrom mine eyes--tears ceasing never,

This hourOf sorrow and love to thee I'll sing,And myself before thy feet I'll fling,