Note 32 — VI YOUNG GERMANY (continued 4)
Mary Morison translation
Child of heaven, that soothing calm On every pain and sorrow pourest, And a doubly healing balm Find'st for him whose need is sorest, Oh, I am of life aweary! What availeth its unrest— Pain that findeth no release, Joy that at the best is dreary? Gentle peace, Come, oh come unto my breast! (Sir THEODORE MARTIN.)