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Oh my heart, and my song, which is as my heart's flowing, Read thy fate in yon river, for such is thine own! Mid those the chief praise on thy music bestowing, Who cares for the lips from whence issue the tone?

Dark as its birth-place so dark is my spirit, Whence yet the sweet waters of melody came: 'Tis the long after-course, not the source, will inherit The beauty and glory of sunshine and fame.