Gedichte Elisabeth
Oh swallows, thy swift pinions lend me
And be my guide to lands afar
Happy to break the toils that bind me
And shatter every prison bar.
If I could but be with thee flying
Through blue eternities of sky,
How I would praise with all my being,
The God whom men call liberty.
How soon would I forget all sorrow
Forget the old love and the new
And never fear a sad tomorrow
Nor let the tears my cheeks bedew.
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