. da muss ich an die letzte Strophe des irischen Frühlingsliedes "Flower Carol" denken: <br /> <br />Praise the Maker, all ye saints; <br />He with glory girt you, <br />He who skies and meadows paints, (and shores) <br />Fashioned by your virtue; <br />Praise him, seers, heroes and kings, <br />Heralds of perfections; <br />Brothers, praise him, for he brings <br />All to resurrection!
