Song from Moliere
FROM MOLIERE .
Sing then, sweet birds! the woods among;
Sing, warblers sing, nor cease your song!
?But with the harmonious sound,
Awake alternate in these shades
Each echo, while the distant glades
?The thrilling notes rebound:
Yet, did you feel like me the pangs of love,
No more your dulcet song would fill the vocal grove.
Sing then, sweet birds! the woods among;
Sing, warblers sing, nor cease your song!
?But with the harmonious sound,
Awake alternate in these shades
Each echo, while the distant glades
?The thrilling notes rebound:
Yet, did you feel like me the pangs of love,
No more your dulcet song would fill the vocal grove.
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