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Thomas Moore - Eveleen`s Bower
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Oh! weep for the hour, 
When to Eveleen`s bower, 
The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; 
The moon hid her light, 
From the heavens that night, 
And wept behind her clouds o`er the maiden`s shame. 

The clouds pass`d soon 
From the chaste cold moon, 
And heaven smiled again with her vestal flame; 
But none will see the day, 
When the clouds shall pass away, 
Which that dark hour left upon Eveleen`s fame. 

The white snow lay 
On the narrow path-way, 
When the Lord of the Valley cross`d over the moor; 
And many a deep print 
On the white snow`s tint 
Show`d the track of his footstep to Eveleen`s door. 

The next sun`s ray 
Soon melted away 
Every trace on the path where the false Lord came; 
But there`s a light above, 
Which alone can remove 
That stain upon the snow of fair Eveleen`s fame.
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