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A group of children round me lead
In dance and song the happy hours:
As fair as flowers upon the mead,
But sweeter far and lovelier flowers;
One flower—to him who knows its worth,
Is a dropp'd star of heaven on earth.
And so unanxious, undismay'd,
I wait for death—and waiting chant
My songs—and feel upon my head
The sunshine of sweet peace—I want
No joy—but, hope—as nature's guest,
To die—and say—"Enough—I’m blest."
Puchmayer, V. 65.
