Funeral Service in Zurich Unterland – Speaker – In the twilight air bells are pealed, and a watchman calls the number to remember the hours!

Prayer and Meditation

The ploughman sits quietly in the shade in front of his hut, the frugal man's stove smokes. The evening bell sounds hospitably to the hiker in the peaceful village. Now the sailors are returning to the harbor, too, in distant cities, merrily murmuring the bustling noise of the market; in a quiet arbour, the convivial meal shines with friends. Where am I going? Mortals live on wages and work; alternating in toil and rest everything is joyful; why does the thorn never sleep only in my breast?

Spring blossoms in the evening sky; Countless roses bloom and the golden world seems calm; oh there take me, purple clouds! and may my love and sorrow melt away in light and air above! – Yet, as if frightened away by foolish requests, the magic flees; It's getting dark and lonely under the sky, as always, I am - come now, sweet slumber! the heart desires too much; at last, youth! are you burning up, you restless, dreamy one! Old age is peaceful and cheerful.

Zurich Unterland - Funeral Service

The city rests all around; the lighted street grows still, and the carriages, decorated with torches, rush away. Sated, people go home from the joys of the day to rest, and a pensive head weighs gain and loss, well content at home; stands empty of grapes and flowers, And from the works of the hand the busy market rests. But the strings sound far from gardens; perhaps that a lover is playing there, or that a lonely man is thinking of distant friends and youth; and the fountains, always bubbling and fresh, murmur on the fragrant bed.

Silently in the twilight air bells are pealed, and a watchman calls the number to remember the hours. Now also come a tide and stir up the peaks of the grove, behold! and the shadow of our earth, the moon, is coming secretly too; the enthusiastic, the night is coming, full of stars and probably little concerned about us, the astonished one shines there, the stranger among the people, sadly and magnificently up over the mountain heights.