Under your pine, inviting shady joy,
Unchanging blooms
Eternal Spring!

Friedrich Stolberg was a very prophet of Nature; in his ode _Nature_
he says:

He who does not love Nature cannot be my friend.

His prayer may serve as the motto of his day:

Holy Nature, heavenly fair,
Lead me with thy parent care;
In thy footsteps let me tread
As a willing child is led.
When with care and grief opprest,
Soft I sink me on thy breast;
On thy peaceful bosom laid,
Grief shall cease, nor care invade.
O congenial power divine,
All my votive soul is thine.
Lead me with thy parent care,
Holy Nature, heavenly fair!

He, too, sang the moon; but Klopstock's influence seems to have
carried him to higher flights than his contemporaries. He wrote in
fine language of wild scenery, even sea and mountains, which had
played no part in German poetry before.

TO THE SEA