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| GREEN sunny road that skirts the foot | |
| Of low hills, clad from top to toe | |
| With vines, beneath whose ripening fruit | |
| The yellow-coated pumpkins grow; | |
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| Road winding by the ruined tower, | 5 |
| Whose olden story none can tell, | |
| Road fringed with many a mountain flower, | |
| Road leading on to Appenzell! | |
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| May thy soft shadows neer be less, | |
| Thy brawling brooklet never dumb! | 10 |
| The hours were winged with happiness | |
| Which saw me through thy valley come. | |
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| And by my side there tripped along | |
| The fairest of the mountain maids, | |
| Who sang unasked her mountain song, | 15 |
| And showed me all the rocks and glades. | |
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| I neer shall hear that song again, | |
| I neer shall see that Switzer dell, | |
| But in my heart will aye remain | |
| The road that leads to Appenzell; | 20 |
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| The sunny road that skirts the foot | |
| Of low hills, clad from top to toe | |
| With vines, beneath whose ripening fruit | |
| The yellow-coated pumpkins grow! | |
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