Das Geheimnis
The Secret

von Wessenberg

The flower that never fades, where does it grow?
The star that never pales, where does it glow?
From your sacred lips, O Muse, now let me hear
Where I will find them, far or near?

‘You will hear nothing from my lips
If in your heart of hearts you do not know
That deep within, the gentle bloom and glow
Flourish for all who, in faith, maintain it so.’