Yet I saw but one among them Who hath soothed my soul with love. From the cross t would free the Saviour, Its Creator's Son release. In his mantle,- wound about him, And the Saviour speaks in mildtheir robes the Sowers As wind,― ness: 'Blest be thou of all the good! Bore he swallows and their fledg- Bear, as token of this moment, WANDERER'S NIGHT-SONGS BLESSED ARE THE DEAD (SELIG SIND, DIE IN DEM HERRN STERBEN) BY SIMON DACH OH, how blest are ye whose toils are ended! Who, through death, have unto God ascended! Ye have arisen (WANDRERS NACHTLIED AND EIN GLEICHES) BY JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE I THOU that from the heavens art, Every pain and sorrow stillest, From the cares which keep us still And the doubly wretched heart in prison. We are still as in a dungeon living, Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving; Our undertakings Are but toils, and troubles, and heart-breakings. Doubly with refreshment fillest, I am weary with contending! Why this rapture and unrest? Peace descending Come, ah, come into my breast! II O'er all the hill-tops Is quiet now, Ye, meanwhile, are in your cham- In all the tree-tops bers sleeping, Hearest thou Quiet, and set free from all our Hardly a breath; weeping; No cross nor trial The birds are asleep in the trees: Hinders your enjoyments with Thou too shalt rest. The mill-brook rushed from the rocky height, I leaned o'er the bridge in my yearning; Finds the soul its joy and rest ap- Deep under me watched I the pointed. waves in their flight, |