Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1761/"Du bist wie eine Blume"

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Thou art even as a flower is,
     So gentle, and pure, and fair;
I gaze on thee, and sadness
     Comes over my heart unaware.

I feel as though I should lay, sweet,
     My hands on thy head, with a prayer
That God may keep thee alway, sweet,
     As gentle, and pure, and fair!