Maybe I'm a doubting Thomas,
For I don't expect to see
Heaven, which Jerusalem and
Romish teachings promise me.
Yet the presence here of angels
Is one thing I'll never doubt:
That these shining, faultless beings
Here on earth do move about.
Only one thing, gracious lady,
I deny, and that's the wings;
There are many wingless angels,
I myself have seen these things.
Lovely hands, so white and gentle,
Lovely gazes, turned to me,
They give unto Man protection,
Shield him from adversity.
Angel grace and angel favor
Comfort all, especially
Him, who lives with double anguish,
Him, who chose the poet's way.
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translator ~ © 2014
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