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Listening For Silent Melodies


To and fro,
He struggled with burdens.

All the while listening
To a silent melody
Which sang in his heart.


An Die Musik

O fairest art how oft in troubled hours blighted,
When I am trapped and lost on life’s wild race,
Hast thou with love on this poor heart alighted
And flown it gently to a better place.

From thy sweet heart a sigh so often drifted,
A chord of blessed harmony and bliss.
Thou show’dst me heaven’s holy light uplifted.
O fairest art I thank thee so for this.

Franz von Schober  (1796 – 1882)


Pictures taken in Cochin