Le juif errant.
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Evermore
Turns the earth I wander o'er;
Evermore, evermore!
Turns the earth I wander o'er;
Evermore, evermore!
Sometimes bright and happy children,
Of my own, retrace the imaged forms;
If the sight refresh my longing vision,
Lo! the whirlwind hurls its furious storms.
Ah! old men, what price untold could tempt ye
Me to envy life's unsetting day?
These fair children whom I smile in greeting—.
Soon my feet shall brush their dust away.
Evermore
Turns the earth I wander o'er;
Evermore, evermore!
Of my own, retrace the imaged forms;
If the sight refresh my longing vision,
Lo! the whirlwind hurls its furious storms.
Ah! old men, what price untold could tempt ye
Me to envy life's unsetting day?
These fair children whom I smile in greeting—.
Soon my feet shall brush their dust away.
Evermore
Turns the earth I wander o'er;
Evermore, evermore!
If the city of my fathers
Not entirely to the dust has gone,
And I strive to linger by its ruins,
Still the fearful whirlwind thunders "On!"
"On!" and also cries that voice of terror,
"Rest remains when all beside shall die.
Do not they who sleep among thy fathers
In their tomb, thy place of rest deny?"
Evermore
Turns the earth I wander o'er;
Evermore, evermore!
Not entirely to the dust has gone,
And I strive to linger by its ruins,
Still the fearful whirlwind thunders "On!"
"On!" and also cries that voice of terror,
"Rest remains when all beside shall die.
Do not they who sleep among thy fathers
In their tomb, thy place of rest deny?"
Evermore
Turns the earth I wander o'er;
Evermore, evermore!
