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LAYS OF MANY LANDS.
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BRANDENBURGH HARVEST-SONG*[1].

FROM THE GERMAN OF LA MOTTE FOUQUÉ.



The corn, in golden light,
    Waves o'er the plain;
The sickle's gleam is bright;
    Full swells the grain.

Now send we far around
    Our harvest lay!
—Alas! a heavier sound
    Comes o'er the day!

On every breeze a knell
    The hamlets pour,—
—We know its cause too well,
    She is no more!

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  1. ↑ >* For the year of the Queen of Prussia's death.
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