And from one common fountain drinks,。，Of inward-wailing agony
Hush! hush! my heart.。，Where in the lone dark hours to lie:
。，For the quick Spring spirit urges.
。，Though we can't be overcome,
The ever-present of the past。，Beauty, Beauty Rohtraut!
There written; all that lightened last,。，
To their work among the slain;。，With one beloved devoted human heart,
Made tatters of her dauntless sail,。，She visits these, traversing each;
As dreams of heaven to souls that sleep!。，So neatly! like a lady! 'Zounds!
。，And the wounded and the dying
Unconscious of the stony hours;。，And like that fair propitious Dove
。，To have the creature "Nancy" christened.'
With sweetness, dewy fresh and rare!。，
。，The one in glory and the one in grief: