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[VI. They call me,—they call me, from meadow and grove]
They call me,—they call me, from meadow and grove;
They sing to me sweetly of hope and of love;
And dove-like and peacefully, over
My pillow they hover.
They sing to me sweetly of hope and of love;
And dove-like and peacefully, over
My pillow they hover.
And they say to me kindly: “O, hasten away!
No longer in dreamy oblivion stay;—
Young life with its bloom is before thee,
And heaven is o'er thee.
No longer in dreamy oblivion stay;—
Young life with its bloom is before thee,
And heaven is o'er thee.
“O'er valley and mountain, in beauty and light,
The world stretches onward, so dewy and bright;
The roses are budding beside thee;—
What joy shall betide thee!
The world stretches onward, so dewy and bright;
The roses are budding beside thee;—
What joy shall betide thee!
“The day has awakened, so fresh and so fair;
The clouds float aloft in the warm summer air;
All nature is swelling with gladness;—
O, sink not in sadness.”
The clouds float aloft in the warm summer air;
All nature is swelling with gladness;—
O, sink not in sadness.”
I hear ye,—I hear ye,—I will not delay,
But up, and o'er valley and mountain away;—
Through life, like a bird, I will hie me;—
Hope never shall fly me.
But up, and o'er valley and mountain away;—
Through life, like a bird, I will hie me;—
Hope never shall fly me.
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