From Sismondi's Literature of the South Of


Europe.
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From Sismondi's Literature of the South OF


Europe.
SO.NG-By German Iroubadour.


TRANSLATED Br ROSCOE.
There sat upon the Linden tree
A bird, and sung its strains.
So sweet it sang, that as heard,
My heart went back again.
went to one remembered spot,
|, saw the rose tree grow,
And thought again the thoughts floye,
There chcrish'd long ago.
A thousand years to one it seems,
Since by my fair ] sat,
Yet thus TO be a stranger long,
Is not my choice, but fate.
Since then have not seen the flowers,
Nor heard the birds sweet song:
My joys have all too briefly past,
My griefs been all too long.