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He shall therefore be the first who again awakens my slum-
bering vena : —
* Slumbering cherub, F
Quietly nestling
Safe in thy mother’s
Fluttering bosom;
Fondly we greet thee,
Child fondly longed for,
Hail to thee, hail!
Life bids thee welcome, —
Life with its thousand
Joys that await thee;
Yet in mysterious
Darkness reposing,
Thou love-created,
Know’st not what shadows
Brood over life;
Though life already,
Warm as the genial
Breezes of spring-tide,
Quickens thy breast.
Time bids thee welcome;
Little thou knowest
Him, who in wisdom
Tenderly fosters
All things created, —
Time, who will fold thee
In his embrace.
Earth bids thee welcome;
There as a merry
Child shalt thou gambol,
Rip’ning through youth to
High-hearted manhood,
Active and strong.
Suffering and sorrow,
Darkest of shadows,
Loom in the valley,
Yet fear them not.
Fondly a mother’s
Love never-failing,
Like a strong buckler,
Shelters thy wand’rings,
Shields thee from harm.
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