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COWBELLS ON THE RISCHEREN ALP
AMISBUHL, BEATENBERG
High o'er the plain where Aar's green waters make
A girdle of perpetual hyaline,
When bees are murmuring at the cups of wine
The plane-flowers bring them, oft my rest I take,
Lulled by that sound which cures all ears that ache,
Sound of the bells with which the feeding kine
Charm the soft air to assonance divine,
And far and near their blessed joyaunce shake.
A girdle of perpetual hyaline,
When bees are murmuring at the cups of wine
The plane-flowers bring them, oft my rest I take,
Lulled by that sound which cures all ears that ache,
Sound of the bells with which the feeding kine
Charm the soft air to assonance divine,
And far and near their blessed joyaunce shake.
Lo! as I listen, words of peace and strife,
Of joy, of calm, of labour, and of prayer
Run to harmonious concord; I can tell
Here chinks the forge, the bugle echoes there,
Here sounds the band, glad peals for man and wife
Ring, and for praise the deep cathedral bell.
Of joy, of calm, of labour, and of prayer
Run to harmonious concord; I can tell
Here chinks the forge, the bugle echoes there,
Here sounds the band, glad peals for man and wife
Ring, and for praise the deep cathedral bell.
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