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O, in how anxious wise my peaceful heart I bear, O, with what boundless dread I bear it on through life! I shun the road whereon fierce battle has its lair, I shun the sloping path, where jeopardy is rife. But for such care as this I gave it soothing calm, And for its sake I gaired a shelter from such care, A haven from all torment, silence, peaceful balm. O, in how anxious wise my peaceful heart I bear.

How anxiously I bear my goblet, crystal wrought, With it how fearfully my peaceful way I go, Far from carouses, where in burning pangs distraught, Revellers pledge a health from cups that overflow, Sadness has gnawed therein a rent for evermore, But for such care I slowly, patiently have brought The wine of tears, my heart's-blood, which therein I pour How anxiously I bear my goblet crystal-wrought! 



art my harp! Beneath the spell I shed Thou dost intone an anthem golden-strained, And thou art all in harmony contained, Of song the living spring and fountain-head.

