My race from thee goes,
I boasting tell;
Now, nurse of heroes,
Farewell! Farewell!
“Farewell, high-gleaming
Walhalla’s throne,
Night’s eye, bright-beaming,
Midsummer’s sun!
Sky! where, as in hero’s
Soul, pure depths dwell,
My race from thee goes,
I boasting tell;
Now, nurse of heroes,
Farewell! Farewell!
“Farewell, high-gleaming
Walhalla’s throne,
Night’s eye, bright-beaming,
Midsummer’s sun!
Sky! where, as in hero’s
Soul, pure depths dwell,