Du bist für meine arme Seele
Wie treuer Stab dem Sinkenden,
Wie Wein dem gierig Trinkenden,
Wie Himmelstrost in Falsch und Fehle.

So lebt mein Herz, das ängstlich-zage,
Beglückt im Schatten deiner Mächte
Das halbe Leben meiner Tage,
Das ganze Leben meiner Nächte.

Ludwig Jacobowski
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