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Noontide is the time, when all is full

Of happy awaiting the next meet soon.

Already the day comes back to night,

But while last night leaves us, new will come.

New something am reading for myself,

What time will be improving the health?

Somewhere does go the Sun with rays

To finely illuminate the west…

Help me, my Sun, and take me along.

I wish with you together I am gone.

Don’t leave me here, soon will be night.

I don’t want to sleep, I want to live the time.

Lost time is never found again.

But you can help me, foot-loose day!

With you in company I am not afraid

Of being lost, of being late.

Catch up shall we the time, which is lost. This loss

Will be made up, if we can, of course.

Always must man be in time,

And never loose the time, which does shine.

Before it was so difficult to return,

To lovely time, when all had shone.

From time to time I look at the sky

Where is the Sun, – at noon it did shine?

Illuminating time, illume the life mine!

1. What is the magnetic in our life?

What has the magnet, which everything joins.

What to prefer for a subject?

What is this? Perhaps the shining Sun in the sky it is…

2. Look at nature, how is everything

Grand joyful coming up on the earth. Win!

You can hear how grows grass,

How joyful it is, when the Sun rises?

3. To come to full blossom floral

A little one is the speed raising in the floret.

Persistently does introduce its bud

To sunbeams Helps it the golden light!

4. Let be all little buds bright flowers,

It has waited for much time, when sunrise

Begins it serves as life-giving.

The life-blood comes back winning.

5. And all again will be waiting,

When appears the sky-candle shining.

The nature waits, but how does man wait?

Can people feel this magnet light?

6. May understand they depend on the Sun?

May love and wait, grass all the time?

Can hope be when it is dark, and found,

Some little grain the right way? Shame out!

7. To the little ness one can find his way,

But man all his life looks only for himself.

Why can’t they, like the grain, rightly find,

Why prevent themselves from being right?

8. Who higher is, the man, or grain?

I heard, man the “crown” is. Feint!

The lovely nature is kind and does give

All its fruits for the man, – all are fed!

9. The flowers want to be charming. What for it is?