Einen Jüngling sah ich blühen,
Hoffnungsreicher Erde Sproß,
Sah im Auge hell ihm glühen,
Was sein edler Sinn verschloß. -
Schüre jene heil´gen Gluten,
Dichter, mit des Sanges Fluten,
Die der Geist ins Herz dir goß!

Franz Eichert

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»Ich will!«, Missionsdruckerei Steyl, 1920
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