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Herr Weiser -- ! Three-score-years-and-ten -- , / A hale white rose of his country-men, / Transplanted here in the Hoosier loam, / And blossomy as his German home -- / As blossomy and as pure and sweet / As the cool green glen of his calm retreat, / Far withdrawn from the noisy town / Where trade goes clamoring up and down, / Whose fret and fever, and stress and strife, / May not trouble his tranquil life!
Breath of rest, what a balmy gust -- !