Poems (Hooper)/The Singers
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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.
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.
Upsprang the lark on joyous wing.
And, soaring ever near the sky,
Sang praises to the Lord on High—
I sang not.
Scherenberg.