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THE WISSEFLUH
ON THE VITZNAU-STOCK
The dark falls on us, blessed by every star,The sun shines round us golden all the day,
Care climbs not hither, grief must ever stay
Below us in the woods, where song-birds are
Melodious ministrants; the bells from far
Bring from the depths the least faint sound to say
That man, almost too happy, still must pray.
Here, where each cloud would seem an angel's car
To wing our thoughts to Heaven. Here we sleep
Lulled by the tinkling herds, and waked at morn
By some far jodel from a sister height;
All day we hear the mountain shepherd's horn,
And when the merry cricket fails we keep
With song and dance the shepherd's festal night.
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