Friedrich Schleiermacher

“ When the thunder-storm of battle is groaning,
Fount of mercy, in each I acknowledge thee.
Father, bless thou me!
Father, bless thou me;
I trust in thy mercy, whate 'er may befall me;
'Tis thy word that hath sent me; that word can recall me.
Living or dying, bless thou me!
Father, I honor thee.
Father, I honor thee;
Not for earth's hoards or honors we here are contending;
All that is holy our swords are defending ”

“ THEODOR KÖRNER
MEN AND KNAVES [1] (1813)
HE storm is out; the land is roused;
Where is the coward who sits well-housed?
Fie, on thee, boy, disguised in curls,
Behind the stove, 'mong gluttons and girls! ”

“ His stitching he began.
And closed the devils' nostrils up
As tight as e'er one can.
Hallo, thou tailor-fellow,
Now hie thee out of hell—oh,
We cannot use our noses,
Do what we will for smell, oh! ”

“ And when she to the garden came.
And straight into the garden ran.
There lay beneath the linden-tree
Asleep, a young and comely man.
"Wake up, young man, be stirring,
Oh rise, for time is dear,
I hear the keys a-rattling. ”