I.
Thou that from the heavens art,
Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly with refreshment fillest,
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A Youth, light-hearted and content,
I wander through the world
Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent
And straight again is furled.
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Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee,
And the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm;
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When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
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Once into a quiet village,
Without haste and without heed,
In the golden prime of morning,
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Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas;
Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name thou hast taken!
Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket, I see thee stalk through the city's
Narrow and populous streets, as once by the margin of rivers
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Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn,
Something with passion clasp, or perish,
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The pages of thy book I read,
And as I closed each one,
My heart, responding, ever said,
"Servant of God! well done!"
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How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves,
Close by the street of this fair seaport town,
Silent beside the never-silent waves,
At rest in all this moving up and down!
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The White Czar is Peter the Great. Batyushka, Father dear, and
Gosudar, Sovereign, are titles the Russian people are fond of
giving to the Czar in their popular songs.
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