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Normale Version: Like one who walketh in a plenteous land
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Like one who walketh in a plenteous land
By flowing waters, under shady trees,
Though sunny medows, where the summer bees
Feed in the thyme and clover; on each hand

Fair gardens lying, where of fruit and flower
The bounteous season hath poured out its dower;
Where saffron skies roof in the earth with light,
And birds sing thankfully towards heaven, while he

With a sad heart walks through this jubilee,
Beholding how, beyond this happy land,
Streches a thirsty desert of a gray sand,

Where all the air is one thick, leaden blight,
Where all things dwarf and dwindle, - so walk I,
Through my rich, present life, to what beyond doth lie.