We live in astounded wonder
At change of contrasting events.
Viennas horrors and hunger
Threw us into chills and cold sweat.

And that, which we left on the east side -
Unfathomable to the mind.
In some times and dates you are trusting,
Not knowing yet how and why.

You arent weak in the soul, I am sure,
As you lean over life, like an urn:
In a republic miniature
The big order has been born.

Perhaps we are broken in hope
And thrown into an abyss:
Were sated, were sated, and so
Were ready for faith and for bliss.

We trust - we cant not trust, I found!
We wait - we cant not wait in our turn!
That world will in that measure be crowned
Which divine grace will return.