Thou art so like a flower, So pure, and fair and kind; I gaze on thee, and sorrow Then in my heart I find. It seems as though I must lay then My hand upon thy brow, Praying that God may preserve thee, As pure and fair as now.
Eight songs , opus 4
by Henry Kimball Hadley (1871 - 1937)
4. Thou art so like a flower  [sung text not yet checked]
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 47, first published 1825
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 83
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