child in his arms, her head lying on his shoulder. An_ Organ-boy
_with a monkey, sitting on a door-step. He sings in a low voice_.
_Julian_.
Look at the monkey, Lily.
_Lily_.
No, dear father;
I do not like monkeys.
_Julian_.
Hear the poor boy sing.
[_They listen. He sings_.]
SONG.
Wenn ich höre dich mir nah',
Stimmen in den Blättern da;
Wenn ich fühl' dich weit und breit,
Vater, das ist Seligkeit.
Nun die Sonne liebend scheint,
Mich mit dir und All vereint;
Biene zu den Blumen fliegt,
Seel' an Lieb' sich liebend schmiegt.
So mich völlig lieb du hast,
Daseyn ist nicht eine Last;
Wenn ich seh' und höre dich,
Das genügt mir inniglich.
_Lily_.
It sounds so curious. What is he saying, father?
_Julian_.
My boy, you are not German?
_Boy_.
No; my mother
Came from those parts. She used to sing the song.
I do not understand it well myself,
For I was born in Genoa.--Ah! my mother!
[_Weeps_.]
_Julian_.
My mother was a German, my poor boy;
My father was Italian: I am like you.
[_Giving him money_.]
You sing of leaves and sunshine, flowers and bees,
Poor child, upon a stone in the dark street!
_Boy_.
My mother sings it in her grave; and I
Will sing it everywhere, until I die.