From The Herald, New York, 24th November 1837
Goethe.
A proud and mighty monument
So great a name should bear;
We carve the marble, yet we fling
The sweet wild-flowers, too, there.
The universal heart of love
His universal shrine,
As treasured in our little book,
As upon history's line.
The young, the old, the grave, the gay,
Alike to him, belong;
There is no human pulse but finds
An echo in his song.
From Blätter für literarische Unterhalting Band 1, page 364
A proud and mighty monument
So great a name should bear,
We carve the marble, yet we fling
The sweet wild-flowers, too, there.
The universal heart of love
His universal shrine,
As treasured in our little book,
As upon history's line.
The young, the old, the grave, the gay,
Alike to him, belong:
There is no human pulse but finds
An echo in his song.
