0, Different Destinies.;
1, By Friedrich Schiller;
2, Millions busily toil that the human race may continue;
3, But by only a few is propagated our kind.;
4, Thousands of seeds by the autumn are scattered yet fruit is engendered;
5, Only by few for the most back to the element go.;
6, But if one only can blossom that one is able to scatter;
7, Even a bright living world filled with creations eterne;
