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On The Rhine .
ON THE RHINE .
On tho Rhino ! Ah , dear maid , thou canst divine , How I pass this life of mine , Sailing on this noble stream Like a rover in a dream .
Here no castles , built in air , Mock me with a vain despair : All arc solid , true , and real , Borrowed from no false ideal . Hero , beside these vino-clad hills , Joy has chased a thousand ills ;
Grief has slept , and echo woke Music from each verdant oak : Here , where weeping willows lave In the soft and lucid wave : By the shadows , dim and old , In their darkness ever cold : Here , behold I pledge thee mine , In a draught of Rhenish wine .
On the Rhine ! Singing songs in praise of wine , Merrily we float along ; And tlio cadence of each song , Wafted round the mossy cells , Of the hoary Drachenfels
, Glads us ivith a pleasure lent From tho sweetness of content ; Flitting bats whose home is made , Ever in tho greenwood shade : Owls who start us with their cry , And their grim solemnity ;
All about the vessel go ,. With tho zephyrs to and fro . Angry clouds begin to low'r , Over rock and over tower ; Softly on the swelling grain Falls the renovating rain : Earth with calm glad trust receives , Comfort for her drooping leaves .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On The Rhine .
ON THE RHINE .
On tho Rhino ! Ah , dear maid , thou canst divine , How I pass this life of mine , Sailing on this noble stream Like a rover in a dream .
Here no castles , built in air , Mock me with a vain despair : All arc solid , true , and real , Borrowed from no false ideal . Hero , beside these vino-clad hills , Joy has chased a thousand ills ;
Grief has slept , and echo woke Music from each verdant oak : Here , where weeping willows lave In the soft and lucid wave : By the shadows , dim and old , In their darkness ever cold : Here , behold I pledge thee mine , In a draught of Rhenish wine .
On the Rhine ! Singing songs in praise of wine , Merrily we float along ; And tlio cadence of each song , Wafted round the mossy cells , Of the hoary Drachenfels
, Glads us ivith a pleasure lent From tho sweetness of content ; Flitting bats whose home is made , Ever in tho greenwood shade : Owls who start us with their cry , And their grim solemnity ;
All about the vessel go ,. With tho zephyrs to and fro . Angry clouds begin to low'r , Over rock and over tower ; Softly on the swelling grain Falls the renovating rain : Earth with calm glad trust receives , Comfort for her drooping leaves .