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On The Rhine .
Hark ! the dreary winds uprise , And thc thunder from the skies , Speaking mighty mysteries , Growls as wizard conic to toll Legends of yon mystic dell . Merrily we glide and sing ,
Through the storm's stern spiriting , For our hearts still faithful prove To the river of our love . Pass thc cup , —tho while I pray , Love may gild our rocky way . Pass the cup , —the while I pledge ,
By this rude and craggy ledge , To all true-hearts far and near . Pass tho cup , —we will not fear All these wild and weary cries Of the storm ' s intensities . To the blast all care resign , We ivill trust the foaming Rhine .
Lo ! above the distant steep , Risen from her noonday sleep , The silvery moon appears . And the tree-tops , wet with tears , Glitter in her gentle rays As memories of parted days .
Through the gale the vesper chime Tells an ancient tale of time ; Though the valleys lie no less , In a steadfast quietness : For thc tempest din is o'er , And the meads and wood-crowned shore Sleep in peacefulness
profound—Sleeping with no voice of sound ; Underneath this soft pale light Who sliall feel the world ' s affright 1 Who shall faint at mortal scars ? Who , beneath theso lustrous stars , Who shall weep or sadly pine , Sailing on the flowing Rhine 1 W . B .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On The Rhine .
Hark ! the dreary winds uprise , And thc thunder from the skies , Speaking mighty mysteries , Growls as wizard conic to toll Legends of yon mystic dell . Merrily we glide and sing ,
Through the storm's stern spiriting , For our hearts still faithful prove To the river of our love . Pass thc cup , —tho while I pray , Love may gild our rocky way . Pass the cup , —the while I pledge ,
By this rude and craggy ledge , To all true-hearts far and near . Pass tho cup , —we will not fear All these wild and weary cries Of the storm ' s intensities . To the blast all care resign , We ivill trust the foaming Rhine .
Lo ! above the distant steep , Risen from her noonday sleep , The silvery moon appears . And the tree-tops , wet with tears , Glitter in her gentle rays As memories of parted days .
Through the gale the vesper chime Tells an ancient tale of time ; Though the valleys lie no less , In a steadfast quietness : For thc tempest din is o'er , And the meads and wood-crowned shore Sleep in peacefulness
profound—Sleeping with no voice of sound ; Underneath this soft pale light Who sliall feel the world ' s affright 1 Who shall faint at mortal scars ? Who , beneath theso lustrous stars , Who shall weep or sadly pine , Sailing on the flowing Rhine 1 W . B .