The lines of life are various,
Like roads, and the borders of mountains.
What we are here, a god can complete there,
With harmonies, undying reward, and peace.
For Zimmer
written byFriedrich Hölderlin
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The lines of life are various,
Like roads, and the borders of mountains.
What we are here, a god can complete there,
With harmonies, undying reward, and peace.
© Friedrich Hölderlin