民歌的鸟儿.doc

文档介绍：town which is resting beneath its snowy veil. No death is there life reigns yonder; we hear it on the notes that swell onward like the tones of the an, which seize us like sounds from the elf hill, like the songs of Ossian, like the rushing swoop of the wandering spirits' wings. What harmony! That harmony speaks to our hearts, and lifts up our souls! It is the Bird of Popular Song whom we hear. And at this moment the warm breath of heaven blows down from the sky. There are gaps in the snowy mountains, the sun shines into the clefts; spring ing, the birds are returning, and new races ing with the same home sounds in their hearts. Hear the story of the year: "The night of the snow storm, the heavy dream of the winter night, all shall be dissolved, all shall rise again in the beauteous notes of the Bird of Popular Song, who never dies! " THE END .