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Rh Flee I, Lili, from thee! Must still, tied to thy fetter, Like unto a debtor, Roam in strange lands, through vales and forests darting! Ah! not so soon could this my heart from My Lili's heart be parting.

Like a bird that erst did break his string, And to the wood returns, He drags of his prison the disgrace, Still some bit of the string on his trace; No longer the old bird, once born with freedom's wing; Has been a slave where'er he turns.

 WANDERER'S NIGHT-SONG. 