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For Ever Post by :Truman Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :April 2010 Read :3478

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For Ever

THE happiness that man, whilst prison'd here,

Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,--
The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,--

Of Friendship that is free from doubting care,--
The light which in stray thoughts alone can cheer

The wise,--the bard alone in visions fair,--
In my best hours I found in her all this,
And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.


1820.





The End
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem: For Ever

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