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Wurze des waldes

[23]Spervogel. Twelfth century.

trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1869

All growth of the forest,

The deep-hidden gold,

All secret abysses,

Thine eye doth behold;

In Thy Hand all things lie.

All the hosts of the heavens

Cannot fill up the meed of Thy praises on high.