bleib Dir im Herzen treu
nur so trennst Du die Spreu
von dem was nichtig sei.
Gedanken sind nur frei
wo Weisheit wohnt und lebt
und ueber Taelern schwebt,
sie singt die Melodie
und bringt uns Harmonie.
Manch’ Blume liebt das Licht
und sieht die Sonne nicht,
doch waechst fuer jedes Leid
ein Kraut aus fremdem Neid.
Was ist es das uns heilt,
es ist die Zeit. Sie eilt.
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