<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Faust - VII. MARGARET, Placing Fresh Flowers In The Flower-Pots.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O THOU well-tried in grief,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grant to thy child relief,<br>And view with mercy this unhappy one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sword within thy heart,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speechless with bitter smart,<br>Thou Lookest up towards thy dying son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou look'st to God on high,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And breathest many a sigh<br>O'er his and thy distress, thou holy One!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Who e'er can know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The depth of woe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Piercing my very bone?<br>The sorrows that my bosom fill,<br>Its trembling, its aye-yearning will,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are known to thee, to thee alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wherever I may go,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With woe, with woe, with woe,<br>My bosom sad is aching!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I scarce alone can creep,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I weep, I weep, I weep,<br>My very heart is breaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flowers at my window</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My falling tears bedewed,<br>When I, at dawn of morning,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thee these flow'rets strewed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When early to my chamber</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cheerful sunbeams stole,<br>I sat upon my pallet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In agony of soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Help! rescue me from death and misery!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, thou well-tried in grief,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grant to thy child relief,<br>And view with mercy my deep agony!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418629" data-title="From Faust - VII. MARGARET, Placing Fresh Flowers In The Flower-Pots. de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="O THOU well-tried in grief, Grant to thy child relief, And view with mercy this unhappy one! The sword within thy heart, Speechless with bitter smart, Thou Lookest up towards thy dying son. Thou look'st to God on high, And breathest many a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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