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THE FOREST SANCTUARY.

PART SECOND.



    Wie diese treue liebe seele
    Von ihrem Glauben Voll,
    Der ganz allein
Ihr selig machend ist, sich heilig quäle,
Das sie den liebsten Mann verloren halten soll!
Faust.

I never shall smile more—but all my days
Walk with still footsteps and with humble eyes,
An everlasting hymn within my soul.
Wilson.


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Bring me the sounding of the torrent-water,
With yet a nearer swell—fresh breeze, awake[1]!
And river, darkening ne'er with hues of slaughter
Thy wave's pure silvery green,—and shining lake,
Spread far before my cabin, with thy zone
Of ancient woods, ye chainless things and lone!
Send voices through the forest aisles, and make
Glad music round me, that my soul may dare,

Cheer'd by such tones, to look back on a dungeon's air!

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