Shall I Strive? - Die Verbannten Kinder Evas

When deeds receive not due regard?

Shall I speak and neither please

Nor be freely heard?

Grief, alas, though all in vain

Her restless anguish must reveal

She alone my wound shall know

Though she will not heal

All woes have end though awhile delayed

Our patience proving

Oh that Time’s strange effects

Could but make her loving

Storms calm at last, and why may not

She leave off her frowning?

Oh sweet Love, help her hands

My affecting crowning