Address To Leopold VII lyrics

To me is barr'd the door of joy and ease;

There stand I as an orphan, lone, forlorn,

And nothing boots me that I frequent knock.

Strange that on every hand the shower should fall,

And not one cheering drop should reach to me!

On all around the gen'rous Austrian's gifts,

Gladdening the land, like genial rain descend:

A fair and gay adorned mead is he

Whereon are gather'd oft the sweetest flowers:

Would that his rich and ever gen'rous hand

Might stoop to pluck one little leaf for me,

So might I fitly praise a scene so fair!

• Artist:Walther von der Vogelweide