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Stained with blood and never tiring,
With its beak it doth not cease, From the cross 't would free the Saviour,
Its Creator's Son release.
And the Saviour speaks in mildness :
“ Blest be thou of all the good ! Bear, as token of this moment,
Marks of blood and holy rood ! ”
And that bird is called the crossbill ;'
Covered all with blood so clear, In the groves of pine it singeth
Songs, like legends, strange to hear.
THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.
FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINRICH HEINE.
The sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars ; But my heart, my heart,
My heart hath its love.
Great are the sea and the heaven ;
Yet greater is my heart,
Flashes and beams my love.
Thou little, youthful maiden,
Come unto my great heart; My heart, and the sea, and the heaven
Are melting away with love !
FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VOX LOGAU
WHEREUNTO is money good ?