By Friedrich Schiller (1759-1805)
sailor! Although the wags may mock thee,
And the helmsman
ply the wheel with a careless hand,
Ever, ever run
west! There must the coast be appearing,
It lies distinct,
it lies glimmering before thy ken.
Trust in the pilot
God, and follow the silent world-sea!
Were there no
land, it should rise from the torrent below.
With Genius stands Nature,
in an eternal alliance,
What doth promise the one, surely the other fulfills.
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of the translator ~ © 2005