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NEAR AND FAR
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Ah, blessed spring!—how far more sweet than any spring of yore!
No note of all thy harmonies is dumb;
With thee my heart awakes to hope and happiness once more,—
And from afar a ship is sailing home!
Ah, blessed spring!—how far more sweet than any spring of yore!
No note of all thy harmonies is dumb;
With thee my heart awakes to hope and happiness once more,—
And from afar a ship is sailing home!