Classic Poem

O, die Liebe macht uns selig

" Oh, 'tis Love that makes us grateful,
Oh, 'tis Love that makes us rich! "
So sings man, and every fateful
Echo bears his amorous speech.

You, you know the song's own spirit
And its inner meaning, too;
Joyfully you wait and hear it
Till the great day dawns for you.

Till the bride, with a caressing
Smile is yours, from head to feet,
And her father gives his blessing —
And a few things more concrete.

Linen, silver by the grateful,
Silks with many a costly stitch. . . .
Oh, 'tis Love that makes us grateful,
Oh, 'tis Love that makes us rich!