North Prospect

Du Bist die Ruh

You are my joy, my peace in grief,
My yearning too, is sweet relief.
You are the home, set by me apart,
Where there will dwell my eye and heart
Come in with me and close the door
Never to leave me, never more.
Heal all my wounds old wounds and new
Fill full this heart with joy of you
Light with your eyes from wall to wall
This home of yours, O fill it all!

Ruckert