HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

86 ^eint.
. TAKE HEART.
Heart, my heart, yield not to sadness;
Be submissive to thy fate;
And spring restoreth—only wait —
All that winter steals from gladness.
Think but how much there still is left
thee,
Think but how fair the world is still;
Heart, my heart, befall what will.
Love can never be bereft thee.
RASHNESS AND
RELUCTANCY.
The more ignorant a nation is, the
more rashly does it plunge into the
stream of action: the more learned and
reflective a people is, the longer does it
continue to sound the depths and shoals
which it fords with prudent steps, or
even remains trembling on the bank because
unable to fathom the flood, or because
terrified at the prospect of a
national cold in the head from the
effects of a wetting. In the end it
matters little that our progress is slow,
or that we lose a few short centuries
by standing still, for the future belongs
to the German race —a long and mighty
future.