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The beloved laurel, which you have earned!
Silent tears flow with compassion —
Each one here has shed so many,
And our hearts' mournful yearning
No longer reach to him in tomb and sleep!
2. Dear wife, behind a widow's veil,
weep for your departed husband!
Once you extended to your intended
A hand in love and truth,
You lived through heavy sorrow
In the time of the Union's persecution,
As a reforming king's forces
Gave him imprisonment as reward.
3. With faith in God you followed the courageous warrior
far and wide over land and sea,
A higher power was his guide hand,
Bringing us safely here.
Ever since that hand has remained extended
Those who want to see have indeed beheld,
That your book was written with tears,
That what passed, truly happened, according to wise counsel.
4. Now weep, dear daughter and sons,
Mourn your beloved noble father,
— How difficult it will be for me
no longer to hear his words or shine in his light —
He taught us according to God's intent
In discipline and admonition he brought us to the Lord,
That you may not be deceived by falsehood
You followed him childlike, grateful, pious and content!
5. Now weep for him, abandonned army,
Mourn for your shepherd, your leader;
Let every face show its grieving,
This is quite natural and cannot be otherwise;
His heart, which we so truly loved, no longer beats,
By day and night he no longer makes certain
That no error clouds true teaching
And that the vigil is ever maintained.
6. Forever now is silenced the familiar voice
At the pulpit, the altar, the sickbed,
In gentle allure as in holy rage,
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