Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.
Thy gifts to us mortals fulfill all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished.
Â Â Â Â Â The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets;
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour, making me one with thy light,