My Heart Thy Lark + 

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! + 