HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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SUPREMACY OF LOVE.
Now, alas! I have no faith in the
sweet tales of the nightingale, the
flattererof Spring. I know how quickly
Spring's splendor fades, and when I behold
the youngest rosebuds, it is but to
see them bloom in crimson robes of sorrow,
soon to grow pale, and be scattered
by the wind. Everywhere I see only a
disguised Winter. But in my bosom
still glows that flame of love which soars
in ecstasy above the earth, and takes its
adventurous flight through the wide
yawning space of the sky till it strikes
the cold stars, and sinks down again to
the little earth, and with mingled sighs
and shouts of joy, confesses that in all
creation there is nothing more beautiful,
nothing better than the human heart.
This love is an' inspiration always of
God-like essence, whether it prompt to
wise or to foolish actions.
INTERNATIONALISM.
There are no longer nations in Europe
but only parties, and it is surprising to
observe how, in spite of diversity of
color, they recognize one another so
readily, and how, notwithstanding the
many varieties of language, they understand
each other so well.