“Was mir fehlt?—Mir fehlt ja alles,

Bin so ganz verlassen hier!”

Tyrolese Melody.

The Hearth, the Hearth is desolate! the fire is quench’d and gone

That into happy children’s eyes once brightly laughing shone;

The place where mirth and music met is hush’d through day and night.

Oh! for one kind, one sunny face, of all that there made light!

But scatter’d are those pleasant smiles afar by mount and shore,

Like gleaming waters from one spring dispersed to meet no more.

Those kindred eyes reflect not now each other’s joy or mirth,