There are three lessons I would write-Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light,Upon the heart of men.Have hope! though clouds environ round,And gladness hides her face in scorn,Put thou the shadow from thy brow,No night but hath its morn.Have love! not love alone for one, But man as man thy brother call,And scatter like the circling sun,Thy charities on all.

To save all we must risk all.

Nicht an die Güter hänge dein Herz,Die das Leben vergänglich zieren!Wer besitzt, der lerne verlieren,Wer im Glück ist, der lerne den Schmerz!

Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens.

Let not thy heart cling to the things which for so short a time deck out thy life. Let him who has, learn to lose, and him who is happy, familiarise himself with what may give pain.