Poem by Thomas Moore

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Wake up, sweet melody!
Now is the hour
When young and loving hearts
Feel most thy power,
One note of music, by moonlight's soft ray--
Oh, 'tis worth thousands heard coldly by day.
Then wake up, sweet melody!
Now is the hour
When young and loving hearts
Feel most thy power.

Ask the fond nightingale,
When his sweet flower
Loves most to hear his song,
In her green bower?
Oh, he will tell thee, thro' summer-nights long,
Fondest she lends her whole soul to his song.
Then wake up, sweet melody!
Now is the hour
When young and loving hearts
Feel most thy power. 

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 48
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 19
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 57. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 50

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