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On The Lake,

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I drink fresh nourishment, new blood     From out this world more free;     The Nature is so kind and good     That to her breast clasps me!     The billows toss our bark on high,     And with our oars keep time,     While cloudy mountains tow'rd the sky     Before our progress climb.     Say, mine eye, why sink'st thou down?     Golden visions, are ye flown?     Hence, thou dream, tho' golden-twin'd;     Here, too, love and life I find.     Over the waters are blinking     Many a thousand fair star;     Gentle mists are drinking     Round the horizon afar.     Round the shady creek lightly     Morning zephyrs awake,     And the ripen'd fruit brightly     Mirrors itself in the lake.

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