To and fro,
He struggled with burdens.
All the while listening
To a silent melody
Which sang in his heart.
An Die Musik
O fairest art how oft in troubled hours blighted,
When I am trapped and lost on life’s wild race,
Hast thou with love on this poor heart alighted
And flown it gently to a better place.
From thy sweet heart a sigh so often drifted,
A chord of blessed harmony and bliss.
Thou show’dst me heaven’s holy light uplifted.
O fairest art I thank thee so for this.
Franz von Schober (1796 – 1882)
Pictures taken in Cochin