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By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I
Thou that from the heavens art, / Every pain and sorrow stillest, / And the doubly wretched heart / Doubly with refreshment fillest, / I am weary with contending! / Why this rapture and unrest? / Peace descending / Come, ah, come into my breast!
II
O'er all the hill-tops / Is quiet now, / In all the tree-tops / Hearest thou / Hardly a breath; / The birds are asleep in the trees: / Wait; soon like these / Thou too shalt rest.