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Trost in Thränen.
Oh, how is this that thou art sad,
When all is gay beside?
Ah, thou hast wept, for in thine eyes
The tears are scarcely dried.
When all is gay beside?
Ah, thou hast wept, for in thine eyes
The tears are scarcely dried.
“In loneliness if I have wept,
My griefs were mine alone,
And for each tear-drop sweetly shed
My heart hath lighter grown.”
My griefs were mine alone,
And for each tear-drop sweetly shed
My heart hath lighter grown.”
But hark! they call, thy smiling friends,
They woo thee to their side—
Thou dear forlorn, whate'er thy loss,
To us thy loss confide!
They woo thee to their side—
Thou dear forlorn, whate'er thy loss,
To us thy loss confide!
“Oh, rave not, haste not—'tis not thus
My sorrow ye may share:
Ah me, it is for nothing lost
The sacred woe I bear.”
My sorrow ye may share:
Ah me, it is for nothing lost
The sacred woe I bear.”
Thou hast not lost? Then speed thee, rise,
And stir thy youthful blood!
Thy years are few, thy soul is strong,
To stem life's stormy flood.
And stir thy youthful blood!
Thy years are few, thy soul is strong,
To stem life's stormy flood.
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“No strength may win the thing I seek,
It looks on me from far,
With as bright an eye, from a home as high,
As o'er me yonder star!”
It looks on me from far,
With as bright an eye, from a home as high,
As o'er me yonder star!”
Now, who goes longing for the stars,
Although their light be dear,
And rapt our glances at the sky,
When the lustrous night is clear?
Although their light be dear,
And rapt our glances at the sky,
When the lustrous night is clear?
“And I, too, can look rapt on heaven,
Through many a blessed day;
So let me choose the night for tears,
And weep my woe away!”
Through many a blessed day;
So let me choose the night for tears,
And weep my woe away!”
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