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KONRAD WALLENROD.
and, pausing on the highest hill, I thought, if each of those larks could give me but one feather of his wing, I would follow them; and having plucked from that mountain but one 'For get Me Not,' I would then fly high, high beyond the clouds, and vanish.
King of birds! thou hast heard me, and hast raised me to thyself on buoyant wings.
Now, O larks! I ask nothing from you; for whither should I fly, and what pleasures should I seek, since I have known the Great God in Heaven,
