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SONG.

Wenn ich höre dich mir nah', Stimmen in den Blättern da; Wenn ich fühl' dich weit und breit, Vater, das ist Seligkeit.

Nun die Sonne liebend scheint, Mich mit dir und All vereint; Biene zu den Blumen fliegt, Seel' an Lieb' sich liebend schmiegt.

So mich völlig lieb du hast, Daseyn ist nicht eine Last; Wenn ich seh' und höre dich, Das genügt mir inniglich.

Lily.
It sounds so curious. What is he saying, father?

Julian.
My boy, you are not German?

Boy.

No; my mother

Came from those parts. She used to sing the song. I do not understand it well myself, For I was born in Genoa.--Ah! my mother!

[Weeps.]

Julian.
My mother was a German, my poor boy; My father was Italian: I am like you.

[Giving him money.]

You sing of leaves and sunshine, flowers and bees, Poor child, upon a stone in the dark street!

Boy.
My mother sings it in her grave; and I Will sing it everywhere, until I die.

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