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 ON A PAIR OF ANTLERS,

, from the land of song and wine,— Can I forget the enchanted day, When first along the glorious Rhine I heard the huntsman's bugle play, And marked the early star that dwells Among the cliffs of Drachenfels!

Again the isles of beauty rise;— Again the crumbling tower appears, That stands, defying stormy skies, With memories of a thousand years, And dark old forests wave again, And shadows crowd the dusky plain.