Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller

The zeal of friends it is that razes me,
And not the hate of enemies.
[Ger., Der read more

The zeal of friends it is that razes me,
And not the hate of enemies.
[Ger., Der Freunde Eifer ist's, der mich
Zu Grunde richtet, nicht der Hass der Feinde.]

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!

Alas! when duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.

Alas! when duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.

One can advise comfortably from a safe port.
[Ger., Vom sichern Port lasst sich's gemachlich rathen.]

One can advise comfortably from a safe port.
[Ger., Vom sichern Port lasst sich's gemachlich rathen.]

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.