Translations from Heine.
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To Kevlaar went many on crutches,
Who now can dance all night;
And many now play on the viol
Whose fingers were helpless quite.
The mother took a wax - light,
And thereout shaped a heart:
"Take that to our dear Lord's Mother,
And she will cure thy smart."
Sighing he took the wax heart
And knelt to the holy form;
The tears from his eyes outstreaming,
And the words from his heart blood-warm:
"Thou blessèd among women,
God's Virgin pure from taint,
Thou Queen of the highest Heaven,
To thee I bring my plaint!
"I lived with my dear mother
In the city of Cologne,
The city for many hundreds
Of churches and chapels known.
