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22 A father's care, a mother's tender love, And a rich castle and a joyous land, Days without longing, nights no dream might move Peace like a tranquil angel aye did stand Near me, abroad, at home, by day and night, Guarding me close, though viewless to the sight.

Three lovely daughters from one mother born. And I the first demanded as a bride; Happy in youth, happy in joys to be, Who told me there were other joys beside? O lovely youth! why didst thou tell me more Than e'er in Litwa any knew before?

Of the great God, of angels bright as day, Of stone-built cities where religion rests, Where in rich churches all the people pray, Where princely lords obey their maidens' bests; Like to our warriors great in warlike pains. Tender in love as are our shepherd swains.

Where man, from covering of clay set free, A wingèd soul, flies through a joyful heaven. I could believe it, for in listening thee I had a foretaste of those wonders even.