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Keimen sah ich Eure Liebe, Wie den Weidenzweig am Quell; Oft war Euch der Himmel trübe, Oft schien Euch die Sonne hell. Stürme beugten oft Euch nieder, Drohten Untergang und Tod, Aber Ihr erhobt Euch wieder Im erhellten Abendroth. -- Ach wie gern, Ihr Lieben, freute Meine Seele sich mit Euch! Wenn nicht ein Geschick mir dräute, Eurem, nun verfloßnen, gleich. Drohende Gewitter drängen Sich in schwarzer Nacht daher; Dunkle Wetterwolken hängen Ueber meine Scheitel her. Mit der ängstlichbangen Zähre Steigt ein Seufzer aus der Nacht: Daß der Tag auf ewig währe, Der Euch jetzt so heiter lacht! -- Blickt aus Eurem Sonnenscheine Mir den hellen Trost herbey: Daß mein Aug nicht ewig weine, Und mich Lieb' auch einst erfreu!
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Johann Martin Miller, Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte, Faksimiledruck nach der Ausgabe von 1776, mit einem Nachwort von Alain Faure, Zweiter Band, Stuttgart: J.B. Metzlersche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1971, pages 799-800
Text Authorship:
- by Johannes Martin Miller (1750 - 1814), "Auf die Vermählung meiner theuren Schwester und meines theuren Kronhelms", appears in Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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I saw your love burgeoning Like the willow branches beside the spring; Your skies were often clouded, Often the sun shone brightly for you. You were often bent by storms, Portending ruin and death, But you raised yourselves up again In the bright red glow of evening. -- Ah, how gladly, you dear ones, did My soul rejoice with you! If only a fate did not hang over me, Similar to that which has just passed for you. Threatening storms surge Upon me in the dark night; Dark storm clouds hang Over my head. With my frightened and anxious tears A sigh rises from out the night: May the day that now smiles upon you So joyfully last forever! -- Send forth from your sunshine Bright comfort for me: That my eye shall not weep forever, And that love shall someday make me glad as well.
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"Auf die Vermählung meiner theuren Schwester und meines theuren Kronhelms" = "Upon the wedding of my dear sister and my dear Kronhelm"
"Auf Kronhelms und Theresens Vermählung" = "Upon Kronhelm and Theresa's wedding"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johannes Martin Miller (1750 - 1814), "Auf die Vermählung meiner theuren Schwester und meines theuren Kronhelms", appears in Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte
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This text was added to the website: 2016-06-16
Line count: 24
Word count: 146