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, O song, arise from quivering strings, Rise and resound Through golden light that radiant evening flings And through the rainbow, proudly sweeping round, Flow in the blue recesses of the skies, Resound and rise.

Somewhere away beneath thee, lies far down Midst lime and birch, In orchards green, the tiny peaceful town, And twittering birds that in the thickets perch, And smoke, that driven by the wind is flying From roofs low-lying.

Beneath thee lie the fields of fruitful grain, The bands of streams, The sapphire coloured surface of the main, The snow of summits, that like silver gleams, In clouds the drowsy thunder 'neath thee roaring And eagles soaring.

O 'midst the dust of gleaming planets flow, The spheres' wild rack, 'Midst dizzy whirling of their fiery glow The scarlet chaos of their blood-red track, Take flight, and by the opal radiance drowned Rise and resound.