The lines of life are various,
Like roads, and the borders of mountains.
What we are here, a god can complete there,
With harmonies, undying reward, and peace.
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A great poem - full of hope, and (if you reflect on Hilderlin's tragedies) a breath of sadness. The two emotions beautifully combined.