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bridge over that river of blood which once flowed
between kindred nations. When one meets
in heart and spirit, a blissful seed is then sown.
Memory’s sprite, come to us! we know
thee by the cap from Upsala: be thou out
guide, and from our more southern home,
after years and days, we will make the voyage
over again, quicker than if we flew in Doctor
Faustus’ magic cloak. We are in Stockholm:
we stand on the Ridderholm where the steamers
lie alongside the bulwarks: one of them sends
forth clouds of thick smoke from its chimney; the
deck is crowded with passengers, and the white
cap with the black rim is not wanting.
We are off to Upsala; the paddles strike
the waters of the Mälar, and we shoot away
from the picturesque city of Stockholm. The
whole voyage, direct to Upsala, is a
kaleidescope on a large scale. It is true, there is
nothing of the magical in the scenery, but
landscape gives place to landscape, and
clouds and sunshine refresh their variegated
beauty. The Mälar lake curves, is
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