So lang' im deutschen Eichenthale,
Natur! dein hehrer Schauer webt,
Und, bei des Mondes Geisterstrale,
Der Adler Wodans mich umschwebt;

So lang' in der Erwählten Blicken
Mir tausend Himmel offen stehn,
Und, mit [vergötterndem]1 Entzücken,
[Wir Arm in Arm durchs Leben gehn]2;

So lang', in wackrer Brüder Kreise,
Der Bundeskelch zur Weihe klingt,
Und jeder, nach der Ahnherrn Weise,
In Tells und Hermanns Jubel singt:

Will ich den Gram den Winden geben,
Selbst Augenblicken Kränze weihn,
Und noch, wo Todesengel schweben,
Den Pfad mit Rosen mir bestreun!

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Friedrich von Matthisson. Erster Theil. Tübingen, bei Cotta, 1811, page 3; with Morgenblatt für gebildete Stände. Dritter Jahrgang. 1809. Im Verlag der J. G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung in Tübingen. Nro. 250. Donnerstag, 19. Oktober, 1809, page 997; and with Friedrich von Matthisson, Gedichte, Zurich, Füssli, 1851, pages 11-12.

¹ Matthisson (Morgenblatt): "vergöttertem"
² Matthisson (Morgenblatt): "Nach Stunden wir uns wiedersehn"

Authorship

• by Friedrich von Matthisson (1761 - 1831), "Jünglingswonne", written 1778, appears in Gedichte aus der Schulzeit (1776-1778), first published 1809 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

• by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Jünglingswonne", op. 17 no. 1, D 983 (<<1823), published 1823 [ ttbb quartet ], Cappi & Diabelli, VN 1176, Wien [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Goig de jovenesa", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Wat een jongeman leuk vindt", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Happiness of youth", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Melanie Trumbull , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2007-07-05
Line count: 16
Word count: 87

In this German oak valley, so long
As your noble mystery envelops me, nature,
And, by the ghostly light of the moon,
Wodan's eagle hovers around me;

In the glances of the one I have chosen, so long
As a thousand heavens open up to me,
And with a rapture that turns me into a god
We go through life arm in arm;

In the honest circle of brothers, so long
As the cup of union is clinked in devotion,
And everyone follows our ancestors and
Sings the praises of Tell and Hermann:

I shall cast my cares to the winds,
I shall devote a wreath myself to those moments,
And still, as the angel of death descends,
I shall strew my path with roses!