Poems (Hooper)/The Singers
THE SINGERS.
O heilige Nacht, ich singe dir!
O Holy Night, my song now be!Proudly I ope my heart to thee.A nightingale, dark boughs among,Poured forth her dreaming soul in song— I sang not.
O Morning Light, to thee I sing!—Upsprang the lark on joyous wing.And, soaring ever near the sky,Sang praises to the Lord on High— I sang not.Scherenberg.