Thou hast crossed over torrents, and swung through
wide-spreading ocean,-
Over the chain of the Alps dizzily bore thee
the bridge,
That thou mightst see me from near, and learn
to value my beauty,
Which the voice of renown spreads through the
wandering world.
And now before me thou standest,-canst
touch my altar so holy,-
But art thou nearer to me, or am I nearer to
thee?
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