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Rh II. DAL. 16.

Más a' Világ' ábrázattya.

the bright world's charms seem brighter,

All the frowns of grief are gone;

Livelier beats my heart—and lighter;

Sweeter is my harp's sweet tone.

Life's fresh spring is renovated,

Bliss finds wings of pride and power,

Nobler passions are created,

Being's struggles upward tower:

I, a new-born life possessing,

Lov'd and loving—bless'd and blessing—

Darkening thoughts have pass'd away,

All is new delight and day.