Tannhäuser

Mother in Maidenhood ! Saintly Beatitude ! Queen of the Angel Host ! Bride of the Holy Ghost! Ave Maria ! [Exemii Pilgrims. TannhAuser. The love of Isis ! No mere love to Her That is inborn in every soul of us ! It is Her love to Christ that we must taste, Uniting us with Her eternal sigh. There is a problem infinite again. I have not gained one jot since first I saw The stately bosom of the Venusberg, Save that mine eyes have seen a little truth, My body found a little weariness. I am very feeble ! Hither comes the hunt ! \_A horn winds quite close by. The noble, doomed, swift beauty ! Closer yet Pant the long hounds ! What heart he has ! One, two ! See the brach dying by his bloody flank ! So could not Tannhauser awhile ago. My help lay outside and above myself What skills him he is brave ? He ends the same. Poor stag! Here sweep the foremost hunters up. My very kinsmen ! There rides Wolfram too ! The proper minstrel ! The ideal lover ! 83