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The long day waned beneath refulgent skies, And evening sunshine bathed the hilltops round, Where on the sudden from the level ground Pine-vestured, solemn, summit by summit rise The tops of the Black Forest. Wistful eyes Wandered from peak to peak, as if to sound Their mystery, if perchance there might be found Some healing essence there, some glad surprise. Long strove the puzzled spirit, vainly yearned Into that alien soul to force its way; When suddenly--the mystic rune was learned! And in an upland glen remote and gray There moved a presence known and last discerned In Glendaruel on a morn of May.

RASTATT, 7th May