HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

Of thy lofty protectress.
And hastenest with canting devotion
To the Aulic councilor and to the councilor of jusi
And at last to the council of the Realm
In the pious city.
Where sand and faith flourish.
And the long-suffering waters of the sacred Spree
Purify souls and dilute tea.
Couldst thou have conceived this vision
Most dearly beloved.
Thou hadst borne it to the lofty minnows of the mai
place,
With thy pale blinking countenance.
Rapt with piety and humility;
And their high mightinesses
Ravished and trembling with ecstasy.
Would have fallen praying with thee on their knees
And their eyes glowing with beatitude,
Would have promised thee an increase of salary.
Of a hundred thalers Prussian currency.
And thou wouldst have stammered with folded hai
"Praised be Jesus Christ!"