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tasso.
Ye winds, that have leave to wander
Deep into remotest heavens,
Waft me to those glad spheres.
Deep into remotest heavens,
Waft me to those glad spheres.
Far from the terrible noises,
And stillness yet more terrific,
Wild with its dread interruptions.
And stillness yet more terrific,
Wild with its dread interruptions.
Might I, for an hour behind me,
Leave the long-eating anguish and fear—
Yes, O God! the madness—
Leave the long-eating anguish and fear—
Yes, O God! the madness—
And feel the cool touch of midnight,
And the dew's most fresh benediction,
And the freedom of life—of life!
And the dew's most fresh benediction,
And the freedom of life—of life!
Away 'mid the purple bloom
Of the hills, the south wind is strengthened
With the sweet, wild vigor of pine.
Of the hills, the south wind is strengthened
With the sweet, wild vigor of pine.
