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Vítězslav Hálek
EVENING SONGS
Vítězslav Hálek
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"Unmeet it is for man to lack
In song," once God in judgment spake,
Created man a poet then,
And bade him this allotment take:
"So long as thou liv'st know no peace,
But only learn of pain instead;
And disappointed too in hope,
In tears eat thou thy daily bread.
"Torn be thy heart and bled from wounds,
But thyself only see thy bleeding;
Though hounded over every bound,
Love thou but all the more and sing."
It is us singers' common lot,
The world may only know our songs,
To know what prompted us to sing,
To none within this world belongs.
II
O Lord, of every claim to gift
I have, my soul here now I free;
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