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Dew-plant. — ‘ A Serenade .’ 
There are few hearts which have never felt the soothing influence 
of Music; and often has the midnight serenade brought repose to 
the unquiet pillow. 
Oh! when the heart is filled with care, 
And thoughts of gloom arise; 
And still unbidden springs the tear, 
To dim the tell-tale eyes; 
How sweetly does the magic power, 
Of Music soothe the soul; 
Exerting o’er the darkest hour, 
Its pure but strong control! 
Or, when ’mid festive scenes we move, 
And Pleasure’s sway we own, 
And all we hope — and all we love, 
Are breathed in look and tone; 
