Through rain, through snow,
    Through tempest go!
    'Mongst streaming caves,
    O'er misty waves,
    On, on! still on!
    Peace, rest have flown!

    Sooner through sadness

    I'd wish to be slain,
    Than all the gladness

    Of life to sustain
    All the fond yearning

    That heart feels for heart,
    Only seems burning

    To make them both smart.

    How shall I fly?
    Forestwards hie?
    Vain were all strife!
    Bright crown of life.
    Turbulent bliss, 
    Love, thou art this!

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