The morning prayer Poem by Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff

What a deep and nice silence
How alone I'm in this world
The woods ease their violence
Letting come through the silent Lord.

I feel like a newborn hare
Somewhere my worries and shame are gone
What yesterday was my nightmare
In the light of morning is none.

The world with its toils, joys and effort
I want, as a pilgrim, boldly enter
And on the bridge to You, my Lord
Who lasts over a flow of time center.

And if my songs were to praise this world's waste
And worship empty glamour,
Just thrash my instrument and taste
Shivering and speechless before You I'd better stay for ever.