  from the german of hoffman, in follersleben. It is a time of swell and flood, We linger on the strand, And all that might to us bring good Lies in the distant land. O forward! forward! why stand still? The flood will ne'er run dry; Who through the wave not venture will, That land shall never spy. (signature) T. W. Higginson. (signature) T. W. Higginson. |
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