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By Johan Gaudenz von Salisseewis
Into the Silent Land! / Ah! who shall lead us thither? / Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, / And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. / Who leads us with a gentle hand / Thither, O thither, / Into the Silent Land?
Into the Silent Land! / To you, ye boundless regions / Of all perfection! Tender morning-visions / Of beauteous souls! The Future's pledge and band! / Who in Life's battle firm doth stand, / Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms / Into the Silent Land!
O Land! O Land! / For all the broken-hearted / The mildest herald by our fate allotted, / Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand / To lead us with a gentle hand / To the land of the great Departed, / Into the Silent Land!