[Written in the night of the 17th and 18th of June, as I lay, severely
wounded and helpless in a wood, expecting to die.]

"My deep wound burns;--my pale lips quake in death,--
I feel my fainting heart resign its strife,
And reaching now the limit of my life,
Lord, to thy will I yield my parting breath!

Yet many a dream hath charm'd my youthful eye;
And must life's fairy visions all depart;
Oh surely no! for all that fired my heart
To rapture here, shall live with me on high.

And that fair form that won my earliest vow,
That my young spirit prized all else above,
And now adored as freedom, now as love,
Stands in seraphic guise, before me now.

And as my fading senses fade away,
It beckons me, on high, to realms of endless day!"

During the night he heard the enemy searching the wood near him, but
afterwards fell asleep, and was saved in the morning by two peasants. He
was conveyed secretly into Leipsic, which was then under the French yoke,
and where the concealment of any of the Lutzow free corps was prohibited,
under severe punishment. He subsequently travelled in safety to Berlin, and
having recovered from his wound, rejoined the corps of Lutzow on the right
bank of the Elbe. Hostilities recommenced on the 17th of August; and on the
28th an engagement took place near Rosenberg, in which Korner fell. He was