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So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room,
So warm and still, that sometimes with the
Through the great windows, bright with bottle-panes,
There’d float a chime from clock-jacks out of sight, Clapping iron mallets on green copp...

In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains,
Nuremberg, the ancient, stands
Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song,
Memories haunt thy pointed gables...