The cold grains, Hail from heaven, hissed on the heath. Every moment my spirit demands That forth I fare, that far from here I hunt my home at a Stranger's hearth. Nor anything else but the wide surging sea Which he burns to embark on. Towns shine fresh. Meadows are merry.
Earth makes haste.
These things drive the daring spirit To launch its sea voyage, set sail on its highway. Warmer to me are the delights of the Lord Than the death of this life, This moment on shore. The praise of his people after his parting, To daunt the devil before his departing, Do well on earth and worthily conquer. Then will his children chant his praises, And ever after the angels will praise him, Eternally, endlessly doing him honor. For the age of earthly honor has passed us.