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 THOU that from the heavens art, Every pain and sorrow stillest, And the doubly wretched heart Doubly with refreshment fillest, I am weary with contending ! Why this rapture and unrest ? Peace descending Come, ah, come into my breast...  Magazin für die Literatur des In- und Auslandes - Side 174 1875 Fuld visning -
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