[Heimkehr, No. 19]
The rapid train bears me homeward, my journey is at an end. The rapid fields fly past – forest, town, castle, chapel – and I sense anew the pangs of transience. Soon it is clear that every destination is a new beginning, and so shall I travel again, and gladly so. Yet, may it be granted to me to find a native land when I return. Do you, our lovely country, wish to be my home? My dear fatherland?
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