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KONRAD WALLENROD.
SONG
The Wilia, queen amongst her rushing daughters,
Has sands of gold, and waves of deepest blue;—
The Lithuanian girl who draws her waters,
Has heart yet purer, lips yet fresher too.
'Midst tulips bright and roses, gaily stealing,
Through Kovno's lovely vale the Wilia flows;—
Before the Lithuanian maiden kneeling,
Our youths outshine the tulip and the rose.
The Wilia scorns the valley's loveliest flowers,
To seek her cherished Niemen she flows on;—
The fair girl wearies 'midst her country's wooers,
For a young stranger's love her heart hath won.
