“Lay this tired head on thy breast!
Flowers from the night-dew are closing.
Pilgrims and mourners reposing.
Mother, oh ! sing me to rest!”
(F.D. Hemans in Mother! oh, sing me to rest)
Liège (B)
The lonely soldier
Memories in the snow
“In the gloom of whiteness
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing and bitterly saying; “Oh,
They have killed a white bird
up there on her nest,
The down is fluttering from her breast!”
And still it fell through that dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow.”
(E. Thomas in Snow)
Voerstreek (B)