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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Wanderer’s Night Songs
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)
 
Translation of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

THOU that from the heavens art,
  Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
  Doubly with refreshment fillest,
I am weary with contending!        5
    Why this rapture and unrest?
          Peace descending,
    Come, ah come into my breast!
 
        O’ER all the hill-tops
          Is quiet now,        10
        In all the tree-tops
          Hearest thou
        Hardly a breath;
  The birds are asleep in the trees:
        Wait; soon like these        15
          Thou too shalt rest.
 
 
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