if each one
Were not with pleasure and always intent on maintaining, renewing,
Yea, and improving, too, as time and the foreigner teach us! 
Man is not meant, forsooth, to grow from the ground like a mushroom,
Quickly to perish away on the spot of ground that begot him,
Leaving no trace behind of himself and his animate action! 
As by the house we straightway can tell the mind of the master,
So, when we walk through a city, we judge of the persons who rule it. 
For where the towers and walls are falling to ruin; where offal
Lies in heaps in the gutters, and alleys with offal are littered;
Where from its place has started the stone, and no one resets it;
Where the timbers are rotting away, and the house is awaiting
Vainly its new supports,—­that place we may know is ill governed. 
Since if not from above work order and cleanliness downward,
Easily grows the citizen used to untidy postponement;
Just as the beggar grows likewise used to his ragged apparel. 
Therefore I wished that our Hermann might early set out on some travels;
That he at least might behold the cities of Strasburg and Frankfort,
Friendly Mannheim, too, that is cheerful and evenly builded. 
He that has once beheld cities so cleanly and large, never after
Ceases his own native city, though small it may be, to embellish. 
Do not the strangers who come here commend the repairs in our gateway,
Notice our whitewashed tower, and the church we have newly rebuilded? 
Are not all praising our pavement? the covered canals full of water,
Laid with a wise distribution, which furnish us profit and safety,
So that no sooner does fire break out than ’tis promptly arrested? 
Has not all this come to pass since the time of our great conflagration? 
Builder I six times was named by the council, and won the approval,
Won moreover the heartfelt thanks of all the good burghers,
Actively carrying out what I planned, and also fulfilling
What had by upright men been designed, and left uncompleted. 
Finally grew the same zeal in every one of the council;
All now labor together, and firmly decided already
Stands it to build the new causeway that shall with the highroad connect us. 
But I am sorely afraid that will not be the way with our children. 
Some think only of pleasure and perishable apparel;
Others will cower at home, and behind the stove will sit brooding. 
One of this kind, as I fear, we shall find to the last in our Hermann.”

Straightway answered and said the good and intelligent mother: 
“Why wilt thou always, father, be doing our son such injustice? 
That least of all is the way to bring thy wish to fulfilment. 
We have no power to fashion our children as suiteth our fancy;
As they are given by God, we so must have them and love them;
Teach them as best we can, and let each of them follow his nature. 
One will have talents of one sort, and different talents