the end of time, when thou shalt be even as one of us; and, filled
with longing and ardent love, be blotted out and die. Within my
soul I feel the end of thy distracted power, heavenly freedom,
hailed return. In wild sorrow I recognise thy distance from our
home, thy hostility towards the ancient glorious heaven. In vain
are thy tumult and thy rage. Indestructible remains the cross--a
victorious banner of our race.


"I wander over,
And every tear
To gem our pleasure
Will then appear.
A few more hours,
And I find my rest
In maddening bliss,
On the loved one's breast.
Life, never ending,
Swells mighty in me;
I look from above down -
Look back upon thee.
By yonder hillock
Expires thy beam;
And comes with a shadow,
The cooling gleam.
Oh, call me, thou loved one,
With strength from above;
That I may slumber,
And wake to love.
I welcome death's