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| WELCOME, O Stork! that dost wing | |
| Thy flight from the far-away! | |
| Thou hast brought us the signs of Spring, | |
| Thou hast made our sad hearts gay. | |
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| Descend, O Stork! descend | 5 |
| Upon our roof to rest; | |
| In our ash-tree, O my friend, | |
| My darling, make thy nest. | |
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| To thee, O Stork, I complain, | |
| O Stork, to thee I impart | 10 |
| The thousand sorrows, the pain | |
| And aching of my heart. | |
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| When thou away didst go, | |
| Away from this tree of ours, | |
| The withering winds did blow, | 15 |
| And dried up all the flowers. | |
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| Dark grew the brilliant sky, | |
| Cloudy and dark and drear; | |
| They were breaking the snow on high, | |
| And winter was drawing near. | 20 |
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| From Varaca’s rocky wall, | |
| From the rock of Varaca unrolled, | |
| The snow came and covered all, | |
| And the green meadow was cold. | |
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| O Stork, our garden with snow | 25 |
| Was hidden away and lost, | |
| And the rose-trees that in it grow | |
| Were withered by snow and frost. | |
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