I send the lilies given to me;
Though long before thy hand they touch,
I know that they must wither’d be,

Sünde

Kultur

 

But yet reject them not as such;
For I have cherished them as dear,

Leben

Gier

Widerspruch

Because they yet may meet thine eye,
And guide thy soul to mine even here,
When thou behold’st them drooping nigh,
And know’st them gathered by the Rhein,
And offered from my heart to thine!

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