Work! for through business the wise man is seen, With it are glory undying and praise. - Johann Gaudenz von Salis-Seewis

Ah land! Ah land! When comes the tempest's gloom
The mildest of the heralds of our doom
Beckons us to him with inverted brand,
And leadeth us with gentle hand
To the mighty Dead one's home
To the stilly land.

Das arme Herz, hienieden
Von manchem Sturm bewegt,
Erlangt den wahren Frieden
Nur, wo es nicht mehr schlägt.

O where can this poor human heart
Storm-tossed on life's rough shore,
Find perfect rest from all its smart
But—where it beats no more.