Text: | From distant shores returning |
Author: | C. G. Barth |
Translator: | H. Brueckner |
1 From distant shores returning,
The pilgrim wanders home;
For rest his heart is yearning,
He would no longer roam.
2 A silent grave encloseth
What he most treasured here;
His heart no more reposeth,
But looks beyond for cheer.
3 Though royal cities tower
In strength and precious gold,
They vanish like a flower,
And soon their fall is told.
4 The rivers, swiftly flowing,
Merge with the ocean deep;
The mighty winds cease blowing,
And waves their silence keep.
5 The sound of harpstrings waneth
While floating on the air,
Nor day nor night retaineth
That melody so fair.
6 The pilgrim who the pleasures
Of yonder world can taste,
Cares naught for earthly treasures
That quickly go to waste.
7 He longs for things immortal,
For an eternal day,
And so to heaven's portal
He ever wends his way.
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First Line: | From distant shores returning |
Translator: | H. Brueckner |
Author: | C. G. Barth |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Life Eternal |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Translated from "Der Pilger aus der Ferne" Tune: DER PILGER AUS DER FERNE |