Lohengrin
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LOHENGRIN.
A THREAD of truth runs through the sad, sweet myth.
Often we pray, like Elsa for her knight,
When wrong has grown triumphant over truth,
And we must battle singly for the right.
Often we pray, like Elsa for her knight,
When wrong has grown triumphant over truth,
And we must battle singly for the right.
Faith was the swan that bore him o'er the sea,
That mighty knight that knew not fear or shame.
Doubt was the tempter that the spell destroyed
And sent him back to glories whence he came.
That mighty knight that knew not fear or shame.
Doubt was the tempter that the spell destroyed
And sent him back to glories whence he came.
Oh! question not Love's lineage or race;
Trust makes him king and gives him strength to dare.
As long as that remains, though heavenly born,
He walks the humblest path without a care.
Trust makes him king and gives him strength to dare.
As long as that remains, though heavenly born,
He walks the humblest path without a care.
Sweet Elsa, thou the soul oft doubt-depressed,
Know that by faith alone all joys are thine.
The holiest in life is ever wrapped
In mystery; all love is half divine.
Know that by faith alone all joys are thine.
The holiest in life is ever wrapped
In mystery; all love is half divine.
