246 CONCLUSION.

Where valour lights the flashing eye,
Where love and truth in deep hearts lie,
And zeal enkindles freedom’s band,— |
There is the German's fatherland!

That is the German’s fatherland!

Great God! look down and bless that land!
And give her noble children-souls

To cherish while existence rolls,

And love with heart and aid with hand
Their universal fatherland!”

There was a solitary hour of twilight, in which Carl
looked abroad over the beautiful expanse of land and
water from the green knoll beyond the spring. A whole
lifetime seemed to press for admittance into his burst-
ing heart, and his soul went forth to God in thankfulness
and praise. The God of the orphan and the stranger
had been his God. United to the believing daughter
of a devoted minister of Christ, he acknowledged the
weight of tender obligation. His memory recurred to
passages in the life of Sybel, his model of a Christian
teacher, who was so happy in his married life, Espe-_
cially did he recall the page in the memoir which
relates that, about a year before Sybel’s call to the
High School at Potsdam, he ascended the eminence of
Brauhausberg, and pointed out to his affianced Bertha
the beautiful country around, which was new to her,
As they stood long in silent contemplation, Sybel said,
“ Ah, my Bertha, if you and I were ever to live in such
a country, do you think we could sustain so great a
happiness? And before long he was called to that