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ORIGINAL POEMS.

And more true hearts will come in turn,
And firmly all unite,
And by Morava’s crystal urn
Will blossom fair and bright.

O then, Morava, let thy stream
No more despairing go!
The sun on thee doth brightly beam,
And thou must brightly flow.

The Morava is marked on ordinary English maps as the river March in Moravia.