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My sweetheart, come, kneel down with me, Now is the time for us to pray-- The moon has risen o’er the woods, And my time has just passed away.

But, darling, do not clasp Thy hands; Embrace me as I Thee with mine-- And thus, instead of clasping hands, Two hearts will in one prayer join.

Thy lips then press Thou close to mine; From one mouth let the prayer rise-- Let me the words press on Thy lips, And Thou send them to Paradise.

Our prayer shall be strong, indeed, Our offer purest in that case-- For angels, too, when they do pray, Are praying just in such embrace.