Rhymes from the Rhineland . re came to the river the young Rosalind,She came bringing linen her fair hands hadspinned, To dip in the water and dry in the wind,In the wind, in the wind; to dip in the waterand dry in the wind. [20] As she dipped it, and knelt by the clear watersside, In a loving embrace it was held by the she strewed all the bank in a white lilysheen. As she spread it to dry on the soft meadowgreen. When she stepped with her pretty bare feet from the stream,In the grass did the falling drops glisten and gleam. And there sprang a gay garden where fairRosalind Came her li
Rhymes from the Rhineland . re came to the river the young Rosalind,She came bringing linen her fair hands hadspinned, To dip in the water and dry in the wind,In the wind, in the wind; to dip in the waterand dry in the wind. [20] As she dipped it, and knelt by the clear watersside, In a loving embrace it was held by the she strewed all the bank in a white lilysheen. As she spread it to dry on the soft meadowgreen. When she stepped with her pretty bare feet from the stream,In the grass did the falling drops glisten and gleam. And there sprang a gay garden where fairRosalind Came her linen to dip, and to dry in the wind. And the wind held his breath, and was hushed by her grace,And the blue heavens bent over to see the sweet face In the clear stream that mirrored the fairRosalind, Who spread the white linen to dry in the wind. [21] tfslitst ia tfje wwiftf W firerf of tAwW statemurmur aiti smMtov™)*? »<tw a6ouc me like rfrstrt prtfntsJ Aeon of % fieewnly onorfsWtfis7»s fliey rustle ttje toctong Children, the breakfast is ready, so come eat your porridge,Come with glad faces, fresh as the dew-washed flowers of the lift your hearts to heaven, and pray to the Father so loving,Pray for a kindly blessing; then eat, grow strong, and be , in early spring the grain for your porridge was planted,When your father with diligent hand scattered it over the meadow,But he could not make it grow, but only your Father in , there sleeps in the grain a germ so little and tiny, [25] Buried down deep in the earth, so dark andsilent and chilly, Waiting the glad spring days, with sunshinebright, and warm moisture, Drinking the soft spring rain till it bursts itshorny covering, Slips from its swaddling bands, and sends atiny root downwards. Deeper and deeper it sinks, filled with inquisi-tive longings, Seeking upward to grow, to see the great worldso wondrous, Asking, What shall I become, what the use,the end, of my being? Timid
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