XLVIII.

Heart, my heart, oh, be not shaken!

Bravely bear thy fate. Once more

Shall the coming Spring restore

What the Winter rude hath taken.

How abundant is thy measure!

Still, O world, how fair thou art!

And thou yet may'st love, my heart,

Everything that gives thee pleasure.

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