I'm the Vosges' great Belchen beholding.
When now to Säkkingen downward I hie,
Through the dark green forest is gleaming
[The silvery lake], like the earth's clear eye,
Looking upward, invitingly beaming.
Gneiss rocks high o'er the grassy shore rise;
And placed so as best to show it,
Inscribed on a rock this meets mine eyes:
"Säkkingen, the town, to her Poet!"
And now, as by Bally's castle I stand,