Venetian Serenade.

Come, come to me, love! Come, love!—Arise And shame the bright stars With the light of thine eyes; Look out from thy lattice— Oh, lady-bird, hear! A swan on the water— My gondola's near! Come, come to me, love! Come, love!—My bride! O'er crystal in moonbeams We'll tranquilly glide: In the dip of the oar A melody flows Sweet as the nightingale Sings to the rose. Come, come to me, love! Come, love!—The day Brings warder and cloister! Away, then—away! Oh, haste to thy lover! Not yon star above Is more true to heaven Then he to his love!