Death springs to life: Though brief and sad thy story, Thy years all spent in care and gloom, Look up, look up; Eternity and glory Dawn through the portals of the tomb. THE PILGRIM. How blest the Pilgrim, who in trouble Strength, courage, hope with him redouble, Care flees before his footsteps, straying, At daybreak, o'er the purple heath; He plucks the wild flowers round him playing, And binds their beauty in a wreath. More dear to him the fields and mountains, When with his friend abroad he roves, Rests in the shade near sunny fountains, For him the vine expands its clusters, In good old age serenely dying, "I follow soon," to his " Adieu!" Even then, though earthly ties are riven, The spirit's union will not end; - Happy the man, whom heaven hath given, In life and death, a faithful friend. GERMAN WAR SONG. * HEAVEN speed the righteous sword, And freedom be the word! Come, brethren, hand in hand, Fight for your father-land. Germania from afar Invokes her sons to war; Awake, put forth your powers, And victory must be ours. * The simple and sublime original of these stanzas, with the fine air by Himmel, became the national song of Germany, and was sung by the soldiers especially, during the latter campaigns of the war, when Buonaparte was twice dethroned, and Europe finally delivered from French predominance. |