The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Mountain Village


"The mountain village was destroyed;
But see how soon is filled the void!
Shingles and boards, as by magic arise,
The babe in his cradle and swaddling-clothes lies;
How blest to trust to God's protection!"
Behold a wooden new erection,
So that, if sparks and wind but choose,
God's self at such a game must lose!

In the world do things go with you ill,
You can't do right, do what you will.