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Why dost thou want to sing / When thou hast no song, my heart? / If there be in thee a hidden spring, / Wherefore will no word start?
On its way thou hearest no song, / Yet flutters thy unborn joy! / The years of thy life are growing long -- / Art still the heart of a boy? --
Father, I am thy child! / My heart is in thy hand! / Let it hear some echo, with gladness wild, / Of a song in thy high land.
It will answer -- but how, my God, / Thou knowest; I cannot say: / It will spring, I know, thy lark, from thy sod -- / Thy lark to meet thy day!