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ORIGINAL POEMS.
And more true hearts will come in turn,
And firmly all unite,
And by Morava’s crystal urn
Will blossom fair and bright.
O then, Morava, let thy stream
No more despairing go!
The sun on thee doth brightly beam,
And thou must brightly flow.
⁂ The Morava is marked on ordinary English maps as the river March in Moravia.
