Udgivet i Illustreret Tidende 13 juni 1875.
Tunge Timer
Vor Tid skriver nu paa sin Viisdoms Bog
Er det Godt eller til det Værre?
Det er forfærdeligt at blive så klog
At man ikke troer paa Vorherre!
O det var bedre for Hver og Een,
Der foragter hver fattig Begavet,
At om hans Hals hang en Møllesten,
Og han laa dybest i Havet.
Nu alle Overmaals Kloge veed,
Gud skabtes ved Menneskets Snille
Og Mennesket er “Ufeilbarlighed”,
Et Grundstof er Livets Kilde.
Alt hvad vi stræbte og leved’ og led
Udslukkes med Livets Flamme.
I et Bundløst Intet synke vi ned,
Ondt og Godt er Et og det Samme.
O evige Gud, bliv hos os! Bliv!
I Dig og ved dig Alt er givet
Forund os i Naade ” det evige Liv”
Og Erindring om Jordelivet!
Hard Times
On its Wisdom Book our age writes away –
Is that good or a sore affliction?
It’s terrible to be so wise one day
The Lord God is held to be fiction!
It would be better for old and young
Who despise all without such a notion
If round their necks a millstone was hung,
And they lay deep in the ocean.
Now all those wise to excess believe
That God’s just a human invention
Mankind is ‘infallible’ they conceive,
Life’s source just as ‘element’ mention.
All that we strove for, lived and endured
Is gutted along with life’s flame.
In endless nothingness down we are lured,
Good and evil are one and the same.
Oh, God Eternal, stay with us! Stay!
Both in and by Thee all is given.
For ‘eternal life’ by Thy grace we pray,
And that life here’s remembered in heaven.
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