‘Vergiss die treuen Todten nicht.’
(Forget not the faithful dead.)”
—See Richardson’s Translation of Körner’s Life and Works, and Downe’s Letters from Mecklenburg.]
Green wave the oak for ever o’er thy rest,
Thou that beneath its crowning foliage sleepest,
And, in the stillness of thy country’s breast,
Thy place of memory as an altar keepest;
Brightly thy spirit o’er her hills was pour’d,
Thou of the Lyre and Sword!
Rest, bard! rest, soldier! By the father’s hand