For M.S. Singing Frühlingsglaube in 1945

Here are the Schubert Lieder. Now begin.

First the accompaniment,
Heart-known and heaven-sent
And so divinely right
The inmost spirit laughs with sure delight.

And now the fountain of the melody.

To your forgiven fields I am entered in,
Spring of my adolescence, Spring of the world,
Where every secret lime-leaf is unfurled,
Where all's made well again, yet more's to be—

Then why this misery?

Because, O enemy alien heart, we fear
That you are lost on your demoniac shore,
And we deny that in your music—here
Is your unchanged, unchanging innocent core.
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