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Sound, Sweet Song.
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
SOUND, sweet song, from some far land,
Sighing softly close at hand,
Now of joy, and now of woe!
Stars are wont to glimmer so.
Sooner thus will good unfold;
Children young and children old
Gladly hear thy numbers flow.
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Translated in the original metres by Edgar Alfred Bowring
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