Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

And this be the vocation fit,
For which the founder fashioned it;
High, high above earth's life, read more

And this be the vocation fit,
For which the founder fashioned it;
High, high above earth's life, earth's labor
E'en to the heaven's blue vault to soar.
To hover as the thunder's neighbor,
The very firmament explore.
To be a voice as from above
Like yonder stars so bright and clear,
That praise their Maker as they move,
And usher in the circling year.
Tun'd be its metal mouth alone
To things eternal and sublime.
And as the swift wing'd hours speed on
May it record the flight of time!

Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the read more

Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the pinion
When the wheel of time goes round.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the
minutes.
[Ger., Was man von der Minute read more

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the
minutes.
[Ger., Was man von der Minute ausgeslagen
Gibt keine Ewigkeit zuruck.]