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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Serenade

By Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787–1862)

From the Foreign Quarterly Review

“WHAT sounds so sweet awake me?

What fills me with delight?

O mother, look! who sings thus

So sweetly through the night?”

“I hear not, child, I see not;

Oh, sleep thou softly on!

Comes now to serenade thee,

Thou poor sick maiden, none!”

“It is not earthly music

That fills me with delight;

I hear the angels call me:

O mother dear, good night!”