and call o'er head.

 A tragic, lonely terror grips my heart, A longing for some peaceful, gentle place, And memories of youthful love I trace. Unto my childhood home I long to start, And yet if all the leaves my name could cry She would not pause nor heed as she passed by. 

A longing for some peaceful, gentle place,

Unto my childhood home I long to start,

She would not pause nor heed as she passed by.

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THE PASS ACROSS THE ABYSS IN THE TSCHUFUT-KALE

(Mirza)

 Pray! Pray! Let loose the bridle. Look not down! The humble horse alone has wisdom here. He knows where blackest the abysses leer And where the path in safety leads us down. Pray, and look upward to the mountain's crown! The deep below is endless where you peer; Stretch not the hand out as you pass, for fear The added weight of that might plunge you down. 

The humble horse alone has wisdom here.

And where the path in safety leads us down.

The deep below is endless where you peer;

The added weight of that might plunge you down.

 And check your thoughts' free flight, too, while you go; Let all of Fancy's fluttering sails be furled Here where Death watches o'er the riven world. 

Let all of Fancy's fluttering sails be furled

(Pilgrim)

 I lived to cross the bridge of ancient snow! But what I saw my tongue no more can tell, The angels only could rehearse that well. 

I lived to cross the bridge of ancient snow!

But what I saw my tongue no more can tell,

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