But a song welled forth from my joyous heart,
As waters gush from a long-sealed spring
When the chains of winter are rent apart.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, my dove, my dear;
In the heaven of thy arms, my own sweet wife,
I’ll usher the birth of the glad new year;
I’m coming, I’m coming, my love, my life!”
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Hark! the clang of the changing sentry’s steel;
Awaken, O fool, from thy blissful bed;