Eutin

O how refreshing the air from the lake! how cool!
And the landscape,
How it does smile! Gay meadows and cornfields undulate
round us;
Up there dark green, nearer us light, and besprinkled
with wild-flowers.
"What a commotion! The tall rye waves like a volume
of green smoke.
Yonder the village is seen, surrounded with orchards in
blossom:
Nearer, the bright blue stream, and the spire with its
glittering dial.
There towers up the baronial castle, embosomed in
chestnuts;
Down in the meadow are cows, and the stork quite
fearless among them.
Hound by the wood-clad hillock the lake lies shimmering
brightly;
Hay-stacks yonder in rows, there mowers; and here we
ourselves are,
Listening the hum of the bees in the midst of the blossoming
buckwheat.
Come, let us all look round and enjoy this beautiful
landscape.

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Ended the father, and rose; when the others immediately
followed;
And all wandered about, by their long summer shadows
attended.
Over the gravelly bourne, to the stream from the lake
forth flowing,
Far as the fragrant height where the pendulous birches
to heaven
Whispered, and fir-trees rose with their year's growth's
golden tiara.
Stealthily bunches of low green junipers crept o'er the
hillocks.
Fabulous graves of the giants; and shone with its.
prickles the holly.
Waving aloft in the clouds, trees fit for some admiral
rustled;
All to the eastward bent, from the storm in the fortyand-
seven.
Over the landscape, far towards Eutin they gazed upon
orchards,
Herd-pied meadows and woods, and on villages topped
with their steeples;
Where, in the distance, the prebend the prebeudal lands
could distinguish!
Long they conversed there, singing- the tender effusions
of Stolberg,
Buerger, and Hagedorn too, and of Claudius, Gleim,
and Jacobi:
Sang, "0 beautiful, wondrous is God's creation," with
Holty,
Who could smile upon death; and lamented thy early
removal,
Sweetest of bards !

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All now feasted, reclining at ease, sitting close by
each other.
Under the wide-spreading beech, with the soft thick
moss underneath them.
Lower the sun now sunk, on the pendulous foliage
pouring
Glittering rays; oft forcing the sitters to shift their
position.
Scarcely a reed even stirred, and the lake was as smooth
as a mirror:
Ceaseless the grasshoppers chirped, and the gay birds
warbled in concert:
Bitterns far in the distance, and lapwings; nearer the
cuckoo.
Blackbirds, thrushes, and finches, and bright yellow
hammers: and yonder,
Down in the cornfields, landrails craiked; embowered
in elm -trees
Wood-pigeons cooed, whose note with the blue-winged
jay's intermingled.