To live while the rest are lost,—oh, better by far be dead!
For to share is the bliss of heaven, as it is the joy of earth,
And the unshared bread lacks savor, and the wine unshared lacks zest,
And the joy of the soul redeemed would be little, little worth,
If, content with its own security, it could forget the rest.
HOLGER DANSKE
WHERE the mighty walls of Kronberg
Tower o’er the cold blue tides,