Memories: A Story of German Love

Memories: A Story of German Love

Who has not, at some period of his life, seated himself at a writing-table, where, only a short time before, another sat, who now rests in the grave? Who has not opened the drawers, which for long years have hidden the secrets of a heart now buried in the holy peace of the church-yard? Here lie the letters which were so precious to him, the beloved one; here the pictures, ribbons, and books with marks on every leaf. Who can now read and interpret them? Who can gather again the withered and scattered leaves of this rose, and vivify them with fresh perfume? The flames, in which the Greeks enveloped the bodies of the departed for the purpose of destruction; the flames, into which the ancients cast everything once dearest to the living, are now the securest repository for these relics. With trembling fear the surviving friend reads the leaves no eye has ever seen, save those now so firmly closed, and if, after a glance, too hasty even to read them, he is convinced these letters and leaves contain nothing which men deem important, he throws them quickly upon the glowing coalsa flash and they are gone. From such flames the following leaves have been saved. They were at first intended only for the friends of the deceased, yet they have found friends even among strangers, and, since it is so to be, may wander anew in distant lands. Gladly would the compiler have furnished more, but the leaves are too much scattered and mutilated to be rearranged and given complete. Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them! We have all roamed through this silent wonder-woodwe have all once opened our eyes in blissful astonishment, as the beautiful reality of life overflowed our souls. We knew not where, or who, we werethe whole world was ours and we were the whole world's. That was an infinite lifewithout beginning and without end, without rest and without pain. In the heart, it was as clear as the spring heavens, fresh as the violet's perfumehushed and holy as a Sabbath morning. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 14521
Author: Müller, F. Max (Friedrich Max)
Release Date: Dec 29, 2004
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Translator: Upton, George P. (George Putnam), 1834-1919