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AT AMISBUHL
ST. BEATENBERG
Oft in the dreary flats of common care,
Fordone by heat of work and cloud of pain,
The hills I climbed, I climb in thought again,
And feel wide sun and breathe calm crystal air.
Below me lies some lake of azure fair
Dappled by cloud, or grey with drift of rain,
Snows shine above a mountain-girdled plain,
And white falls flash with rainbows in their hair.
Fordone by heat of work and cloud of pain,
The hills I climbed, I climb in thought again,
And feel wide sun and breathe calm crystal air.
Below me lies some lake of azure fair
Dappled by cloud, or grey with drift of rain,
Snows shine above a mountain-girdled plain,
And white falls flash with rainbows in their hair.
Then while the castled town asleep is laid,
On Rabenfluh I breathe the pine-tree balm,
Or when the mid-mere valley in the heat
Is throbbing, rest on Heimweh's woody seat,
Or here while Abendberg is gathering shade
Feel Amisbuhl's incomparable calm.
On Rabenfluh I breathe the pine-tree balm,
Or when the mid-mere valley in the heat
Is throbbing, rest on Heimweh's woody seat,
Or here while Abendberg is gathering shade
Feel Amisbuhl's incomparable calm.
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