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Morning Song
By Bernhard Severin Ingemann (17891862)
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The blithesome birds unto their mates are talking;
Now open wide their eyes earth’s children all;
And, house on back, the snail goes walking.
He feeds the birds and decks the lily flower:
But children holds he dearest of the dear;
On weeping eyes God’s blessings shower.
His cradle here on earth stood, fashioned meanly;
God promises the children heavenly play
And blooms in meadows queenly.
He bears the bairns to God, his arms supporting;
Though conquering sea and sky what time he came,
Babes at his breast were sporting.
Some morn in Paradise we shall behold thee;
Thou raisest up our eyes to God,—let all
Praises and prayers enfold thee!