The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Sound, Sweet Song

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Sound, sweet song, from some far land.
Sighing softly close at hand,
Now of joy, and now of woe!
Stars are wont to glimmer so.
Sooner thus will good unfold;
Children young and children old
Gladly hear thy numbers flow.