Prayer and Meditation

you have found a heart Sunlight breaks brightly through the soul after stormy hours of love. What hovered around your spirit in the sweet dream of the night, what happily trembled through you as often as you thought of it. The picture that you carried transfigured in the heart shrine in longing-fearing days - This lovely image is yours.

In such hours it sounds like singing in the Lenz area. you have found a heart Heaven bless you! Do not dry, do not dry, tears of eternal love! Ah, to a half-dried eye how desolate, how dead the world appears to him! Do not dry, do not dry, tears of unhappy love!

Modern Wedding

Minstrels now stride up to the song contest. Oh, that makes for a strange quarreling, a really strange gymnastics! Imagination, foaming wild, is the minstrel's horse, and art is his shield, and the word is his sword. Pretty ladies look cheerfully from the carpeted balcony, but the right one is not underneath with the right laurel crown.

Other people, if they jump into the barriers, are healthy. But we minnesingers already bring the deadly wound there. And whoever gets the best song blood from the bottom of his heart is the winner, he wins the best praise from the most beautiful lips. A melody gently flows through earth and sky like a gentle harp, Who announces things to everyone, for which it was founded, wherefore it shall perish.

She speaks to the eagle: "Penet to the sun, until a storm hits your wings!" Melts away on the golden day!” She speaks to the swan: “Ride through the flood and then acquire a blessed grave with the sound of the sound!”