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"The land of Song within thee lies,
Learn, that henceforth thy song shall be,
or forest sounding like the sea,
"There is a forest where the din
Of iron branches sounds!
"Athwart the swinging branches cast Soft of sunshine pour;
Then comes the fearful wintry blast;
Our hopes, like withered leaves, fall fast;
We can return no more!'
* Look, then, into thine heart, and write!
All forms of sorrow and delight,
Be these henceforth thy theme"