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Each the father's breast embraces,
Colorless grow utterly.
He beholds his children die.
6 Woe! the blessed children both Takest thou in the joy of youth;
Take me, too, the joyless father!” Spake the grim Guest, From his hollow, cavernous breast ;
“Roses in the spring I gather !”
SONG OF THE SILENT LAND.
FROM THE GERMAN OF SALIS,
INTO the Silent Land !
Ah! who shall lead us thither ?
And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand.
Who leads us with a gentle hand
Into the Silent Land !
To you, ye boundless regions
Of beauteous souls! The Future's pledge and band!
O Land ! · 0 Land !
For all the broken-hearted
The mildest herald by our fate allotted,
YE voices, that arose
Go, breathe it in the ear
Ye sounds, so low and calm,