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Noch schlummerte mein allerhöchster Sinn; Da sah ich sie als Engel zu mir schweben Und flog, erwacht, in ihrem Arm dahin. Thou didst to life my noble impulse warm, Deep in the spirit of the world to look. And with thy hand a trusting faith I took, Securely bearing me through every storm, With sweet forebodings thou the child didst bless, To mystic meadows leading him away, Stirring his bosom to its finest play, Ideal, thou, of woman's tenderness.