The Present.

A poem by Friedrich Schiller

Ring and staff, oh to me on a Rhenish flask ye are welcome!
Him a true shepherd I call, who thus gives drink to his sheep.
Draught thrice blest! It is by the Muse I have won thee, the Muse, too,
Sends thee, and even the church places upon thee her seal.

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