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Translations from Heine.
They wave the broad church-banners,
They chant the holy song;
And through Cologne on the Rhine stream,
The procession draws along.
The mother follows the pilgrims,
And her sick son leadeth she;
And their voices join in the chorale:
"Blessèd be thou, Marie!"
II.
To-day wears her richest dress;
To-day she will be right busy,
Such numbers come in distress.
And all the poor sick people
Bring with them offerings meet;
They are little waxen figures,
Many waxen hands and feet.
And who a wax hand offers,
His hand's wound hurts no more;
And who a wax foot offers,
His foot is healed of its sore.
