Where shall I, of wandering weary, br Find my resting-place at last? br Under drooping southern palm-trees? br Under limes the Rhine sweeps past? br br Will it be in deserts lonely, br Dug by unfamiliar hands? br Shall I slumber where the ocean br Crawls along the yellow sands? br br It matters not! Around me ever br There as here God's heaven lies, br And by night, as death-lamps o'er me, br Lo, His stars sweep through the skies!br br Heinrich Heinebr br