My Spirit Like A Charmed Bark Doth Swim Upon The Liquid Waves Of Thy Sweet Singing, Far Far Away Into The Regions Dim Of Rapture - As A Boat, With Swift Sails Winging Its Way Adown Some Many-Winding River, Speeds Through Dark Forests O'Er The Waters Swinging... Notes: _3 Far Far Away B.; Far Away 1839. _6 Speeds...Swinging B.; Omitted 1839.
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