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THE HERITAGE . The rich man's son inherits lands , Nor dares to wear a garment old ; And piles of brick and stone , and A heritage , it seems to me , gold , One scarce would wish to hold in And he inherits soft white hands , fee .
THE HERITAGE . The rich man's son inherits lands , Nor dares to wear a garment old ; And piles of brick and stone , and A heritage , it seems to me , gold , One scarce would wish to hold in And he inherits soft white hands , fee .
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... to bear it , A living that would serve his turn ; A fellow - feeling that is sure A heritage , it seems to me , To make the outcast bless his door ; One scarce would wish to hold in A heritage , it seems to me , fee .
... to bear it , A living that would serve his turn ; A fellow - feeling that is sure A heritage , it seems to me , To make the outcast bless his door ; One scarce would wish to hold in A heritage , it seems to me , fee .
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Seite 64 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list. And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.