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TRANSLATIONS FROM THE GERMAN.

THE HEART.

Row swift thy boat to land;

Come here and sit beside me,

We 'll whisper, hand in hand.

Thy little head upon my breast,

No need of fear with me;

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Art thou not ever fearless

Upon the boisterous sea?

My breast is like the heaving sea,

With storms and ebb and flow,

And many a priceless pearl

Sleeps in its depths below.

A. L. H.

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