Rhymes from the Rhineland . y dear;Hush, the angel wings I hear. O. F. GENSTCHEN. [100] THE EVENING SONG The golden stars are shining,The silver moon is climbing The heavens bright and black, still woods are sleeping,The pale, white mists are wreathing The meadows cold and sere. Fast oer the world that sleepethThe mantling twilight creepeth With gentle soft caress;Past is the days dark sorrowTo glad hopes of the morrow, Of light and strength afresh. The cold, gray mists are thickeningOnward our steps are quickening Through the dark night and cold;No kindly voice is guiding;Like sheep
Rhymes from the Rhineland . y dear;Hush, the angel wings I hear. O. F. GENSTCHEN. [100] THE EVENING SONG The golden stars are shining,The silver moon is climbing The heavens bright and black, still woods are sleeping,The pale, white mists are wreathing The meadows cold and sere. Fast oer the world that sleepethThe mantling twilight creepeth With gentle soft caress;Past is the days dark sorrowTo glad hopes of the morrow, Of light and strength afresh. The cold, gray mists are thickeningOnward our steps are quickening Through the dark night and cold;No kindly voice is guiding;Like sheep from shepherd hiding, So strayed we from the fold. A shepherds voice hath sought us,His kindly love hath brought us From the deep forests Father, ever guide us,And then, whateer betide us, We will not be afraid. [101] And though the way be drearyAnd oft our feet aweary, 0 Father, hold us fast!Through storms and darkness climbing,Lead to the daylights shining; Oh, lead us home at last! MATTHIAS CLAUDIUS (1740-1815).. [102] Deacidified using the Bookkeeper agent: Magnesium OxideTreatment Date: Nov. 2009 PreservationTechnologies A WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATION 111 Thomson Park DriveCranberry Township, PA 16066(724)779-2111
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