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IN THE BAUMGARTEN
AT THUN
Green sapphire rolls the Aar beneath our feet,And pine-clad Grüsisberg, where ravens call,
Rises behind, a sheltering mountain-wall;
Tall poplars gird us; from the garden-seat
We hear all birds that ever made air sweet
Sing through the day; all flowers are ours, and all
Delicious orchard-scents upon us fall,
And butterflies float in on our retreat
With noiseless beauty; lizards bask and run,
A fountain flashes silver; o'er our rest
The red-roofed Castle of the Counts of Thun
Looks down to give protection to the guest,
And, through the pear-trees snow-white in the sun,
A church-bell chimes to bid each hour be blest.
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