Truth Is More Than A Dream And

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

O That It Might Remain Eternally Green, The Beautiful Time Of Youthful Love.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

Doch Zittre Vor Der Langsamen, Der Stillen Macht Der Zeit. Yet Tremble At The Slow, Silent Power Of Time.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.