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XIV. Youth.
“Rosen auf den Weg gestreut.”—
Hölty.
Hölty.
Roses strewed along my way,
Round me songs of gladness,
On I speed in youthful play;
Mine nor care nor sadness.
By me pleasure trips along,
Maid with eye bright glancing;
Round the woods repeat her song,
As their leaves are dancing.
Round me songs of gladness,
On I speed in youthful play;
Mine nor care nor sadness.
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Maid with eye bright glancing;
Round the woods repeat her song,
As their leaves are dancing.
Gayly thus we trip it on,
Frolic youth and pleasure,
Gayly, as the moments run
By, in lightest measure.
While the spring of life is new,
Fresh its roses blowing,
So its early joys pursue,—
Quick the stream is flowing.
Frolic youth and pleasure,
Gayly, as the moments run
By, in lightest measure.
While the spring of life is new,
Fresh its roses blowing,
So its early joys pursue,—
Quick the stream is flowing.
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