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  SONGS AND SONG OF THE SPIRITS OF EVENING. Txu. sun is sinking in the deep, We will sing him to his sleep. Gently touch the magic shell, Softly sing--farewell, .farewell ! Hark, the distant echoes swell, Once again--farewell, farewell 1 Along the east, the clouds move slow, And settle there, like Alps of snow; Now they.catch the setting beam, Brightly, s. ee, their red peaks gleam ! Thither will we fly, and leap From a'rial steep to steep. Not the huntsman, when he bounds .Blithely, with his horn and hounds, O'er the glacier's frozen sea, Shall more blithely bound than we. The Alpine clouds fast melt away into the cold sky's kindred grey; Let us haste, ford when they vanish, Quickly Night our train will banish. ......... Google

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