Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A vi'let on the meadow grew,
That no one saw, that no one knew,
It was a read more

A vi'let on the meadow grew,
That no one saw, that no one knew,
It was a modest flower.
A shepherdess pass'd by that way--
Light footed, pretty and so gay;
That way she came,
Softly warbling forth her lay.

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

Without haste, but without rest.

Without haste, but without rest.

Yet he who grasps the moment's gift,
He is the proper man.
[Ger., Der den Augenblick ergreift,
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Yet he who grasps the moment's gift,
He is the proper man.
[Ger., Der den Augenblick ergreift,
Das ist der rechte Mann.]