Václav Jaromír Picek,
Bohemian Poems, Ancient and Modern…
(1849)
“ He, his aim attaind believing, Rests his brow his palm upon, Still a weary while awaits him, Ere his paradise be won. But he hath no strength remaining, Powerless he to wander more, Back he to his country wendeth, Where he had complain’d before ”
