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Seek for me where the war-shots meet, Where the soldier's cloak is his winding-sheet; Seek for me where the lava wave Bursts from Etna's secret cave; Seek for me where Christmas mirth Brightens the circle of love round your hearth; Where meteor-flames glance, where the stars are bright, Where the beacon flashes at the dead midnight; Where the lightning scathes the tall oak-tree, If we should sever, there seek for me.

Seek for me where the Spanish maid Hearkens at eve to the serenade;