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ALEXANDER KISFALUDY.
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II. DAL. 16.
Más a' Világ' ábrázattya.
All the bright world's charms seem brighter,
All the frowns of grief are gone;
Livelier beats my heart—and lighter;
Sweeter is my harp's sweet tone.
Life's fresh spring is renovated,
Bliss finds wings of pride and power,
Nobler passions are created,
Being's struggles upward tower:
I, a new-born life possessing,
Lov'd and loving—bless'd and blessing—
Darkening thoughts have pass'd away,
All is new delight and day.
