Where?

Where shall I, of wandering weary,

Find my resting-place at last?

Under drooping southern palm-trees?

Under limes the Rhine sweeps past?

Will it be in deserts lonely,

Dug by unfamiliar hands?

Shall I slumber where the ocean

Crawls along the yellow sands?

It matters not! Around me ever

There as here God's heaven lies,

And by night, as death-lamps o'er me,

Lo, His stars sweep through the skies!