“Come! into the open, friend! admittedly only a little is gleaming today
down and narrowly the heaven is enclosing us.
Neither the mountains have yet risen of the forest
the peak as wished and empty the air is resting of singing
It’s dull today, the ways and lanes are slumbering and nearly it may
seem to me to be as in the leaden time.
Nevertheless the wish succeeds, true believers don’t have doubts about One
hour and to the pleasure the day must furthermore be dedicated.”