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[II. Hark! the song]
Hark! the song
Floats along,
Clearly swelling, softly dying,
Soft as wind in roses sighing.
Floats along,
Clearly swelling, softly dying,
Soft as wind in roses sighing.
O'er the plain
Sweeps again
Sudden burst of hope and gladness,—
Trembles then the trill of sadness.
Sweeps again
Sudden burst of hope and gladness,—
Trembles then the trill of sadness.
Rock and hill
Give it still,
Bright and clear, the sweet emotion,—
Deep and full, the heart's devotion.
Give it still,
Bright and clear, the sweet emotion,—
Deep and full, the heart's devotion.
Shadows fall,—
Voices call
Fondly home the truant, straying
Down the brook in eddies playing.
Voices call
Fondly home the truant, straying
Down the brook in eddies playing.
Daylight flies,—
Amber skies,
O'er the shadowy mountain glowing,
Darken; yet the song is flowing.
Amber skies,
O'er the shadowy mountain glowing,
Darken; yet the song is flowing.
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