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ABT VOGLER.


8.

Well, it is gone at last, the palace of music I reared;
 Gone! and the good tears start, the praises that come too slow;
For one is assured at first, one scarce can say that he feared,
 That he even gave it a thought, the gone thing was to go.
Never to be again! But many more of the kind
 As good, nay, better perchance: is this your comfort to me?
To me, who must be saved because I cling with my mind
 To the same, same self, same love, same God: ay, what was, shall be.


9.

Therefore to whom turn I but to Thee, the ineffable Name?
 Builder and maker, Thou, of houses not made with hands!
What, have fear of change from Thee who art ever the same?
 Doubt that Thy power can fill the heart that Thy power expands?