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796.

S we rush, as we rush in the Train,
 * The trees and the houses go wheeling back,

But the starry heavens above the plain
 * Come flying on our track.

All the beautiful stars of the sky,
 * The silver doves of the forest of Night,

Over the dull earth swarm and fly,
 * Companions of our flight.

We will rush ever on without fear;
 * Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!

For we carry the Heavens with us, dear,
 * While the Earth slips from our feet!

 797.

Y love o'er the water bends dreaming;
 * It glideth and glideth away:

She sees there her own beauty, gleaming
 * Through shadow and ripple and spray.

O tell her, thou murmuring river,
 * As past her your light wavelets roll,

How steadfast that image for ever
 * Shines pure in pure depths of my soul.

