Prayer and Meditation

If I could reach you, my light, just once, once! Raise only one ray from your face! If only I could touch your robe once, once! And feel your little hand with a sweet shudder! If only I could hang on your mouth once, once! And then the hour passes in blissful anxiety! The world is stupid, the world is blind, becomes more absurd every day! She speaks of you, my beautiful child. You don't have a good character.

The world is stupid, the world is blind, and they will always misjudge you. She doesn't know how sweet your kisses are and how blissfully they burn. Hans and Grethe, Grethe and Hans. Everywhere the same dance. Always the same circle, starting with Adam in the parade, everything aims at the same line. The thing is immutable.

Wedding Ceremony - Central Switzerland

Here comes May with sound! The birds are all singing. The Haide shines magically in colorful clothing. But their splendor seems faded, O women, compared to you. You are so heavenly good, so free from false courage, you sweet little ones. A kiss from your lips refreshes the bottom of your heart, even more from your arms, beautiful and shiny, a willing extent.

He who loves virtue and honor should remember the lesson, "He should spread praise to women at all times." Many a blissful blessing begins to be nurtured when he greets her happily and gently sweetens her speech, never cold and never bold. When red lips laugh, all sadness must weaken. The find of the lovely game of eyes makes hearts tenderly sore. O joy in serving you!

Two lips like rubies, two delicate rose cheeks and looks like angels everyone must be happy to look at and trust in your grace. Above all that lives there and strives for the highest glory, your rank befits you, O women! With a hundred thousand mouths no one can worthily proclaim and sing what my love raised. The value and praise of women.