Sorgen, Sorgen, graue Sorgen
Halten eisern dich umfaßt.
Sie zu bannen, denkst und ringst du
Tag´ und Nächte ohne Rast.

Und dieweil du also kämpfest,
Geht, was nimmer kehrt zurück,
Oft an deiner Thür´ vorüber,
Armes Menschenkind, das Glück!

Emil Peschkau
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