The Vale of Rest
When, while evening gilds the west,
Golden cloud-built hills arise
And Alp on Alp appears,
I ask myself with tears,
Where, amid yon summits, lies
My longed for vale of rest?
Golden cloud-built hills arise
And Alp on Alp appears,
I ask myself with tears,
Where, amid yon summits, lies
My longed for vale of rest?
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