Wie eine Blume in milder Nacht,
Vom Mond gespeist, vom Thau getränkt,
Wachs' ich von [Deiner]1 Erde auf
Zu Dir, der mich hier eingesenkt.
 
Deine Stürme [fahren]2 daher, dahin,
Deine Lenzluft lockt, Deine Mondnacht thaut --
[Thu' Du]3 mit mir nach Deinem Sinn:
Du bist mein Gärtner, [ich bin Dein]4 Kraut!

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Confirmed with Zwanzigste Jahrhundert. Deutsch-nationale Monatshefte für sociales Leben, Politik, Wissenschaft, Kunst und Literatur, herausgegeben von Erwin Bauer, 2. Jahrgang 2. Band (April 1892 - September 1892), Berlin: Verlag von Hans Lüstenöder, 1892, page 1119, #18 from a set called “Berliner Zigeunerlieder. Von einem Provinzler.” The poet is identified in this source only as "L." but Weigl's score and other sources indicate the poet as Fr. Lienhard.

¹ Greger: "dieser"
² Greger: "sausen"
³ Greger: "Thue Du"; Weigl: "Tue"
⁴ Greger, Weigl: "ich Dein"

Text Authorship:

• by Friedrich (or Fritz) Lienhard (1865 - 1929), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

• by Luise Greger (1862 - 1944), "Glaube", op. 103 [sung text checked 1 time]
• by Karl Weigl (1881 - 1949), "Glaube", op. 7 (Vier Gedichte für gemischten Chor (a capella)) no. 3 (1909), published 1912 [ SATB chorus a cappella ], also set in English [sung text checked 1 time]

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• Also set in English, a translation by Luise Haessler (1866 - ?) ; composed by Karl Weigl.
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Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Faith", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2009-06-03
Line count: 8
Word count: 54

Like a flower in the mild night,
Fed by the moon, given dew to drink,
I grow upward from Thy earth
To Thee, who planted me here.
 
Thy storms travel from yonder, thence,
Thy springtime air entices, Thy moonlit night melts --
Do [Thou]1 with me according to Thy purpose:
Thou art my gardner, I [am]1 Thy herb!