Volume 22 — "AUF DEM HEIMWEG."

Thy light streams far, thou gladdening star, O'er vale and forest, tower and town: From land and sea men look to thee, In every clime, as night comes down. But ah! were all the eyes that mark Thy rising, closed in endless dark, Undimmed would glitter still Thy bright unpitying spark! I heed thee not. In yonder cot, As home I haste, from toil set free, Through dusk and damp the casement-lamp Shines clear across the fields for me. Dear light! dear heart! how well I know, If bitter Death should lay me low, Dark would that casement be, And quenched your winsome glow!