|8| my retreat pt.2

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You are no more as once, crammed full of fire and cheer.
A thousand crowns inviting you to immorality,
More serious now, i find you, but your face so dear,
If paler grown and not do artlessly sincere
Reveals instead the tested seal of its fidelity.

You offer me, o dreams, the cup of comfort in my plight
You come to reawaken all my youthful years had planned.
I thank you, tempest, thank you winds, from heaven's height
For having known the time to cut my aimless flight
For having thrown me back upon the soil of my homeland.


Here by the far reaching shore woth its fine and yielding sand
At the foot of a mountain enwrapped in a garment of green
Beneath the trees i have found a retreat in my native land,
And in thr woodland shadows feel tranquility's cool hand,
Repose for my burdened brain and peace to my anguish keen.

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