From the Hymns to the Night (1799-1800)
And our cares have made us weak.
And children longed for pain and death
For this holy time to know.
Rings out from an unknown source.
And sent to us their longing's breath.
Downwards, to the cherished bride,
Are those who grieve and love.
A dream has caused our bands to snap
And sunk us in our father's lap.