I greet you morning star of my youth. How splendidly you blossoms of early spring, riant and joyful, shine for me. O Muses of eternal truth, your laurel-wreath, made of Ophir gold; I wear upon my sweet-dreamy head!
The primaveral flora are fully awake, crocuses, snowdrops, fringed gentians and bluebells!
A sacred legacy unspoken
Of a World above Elysium.
Immersed in holiness, a Sanctum
Unveils God’s benisons unbroken…