Wednesday afternoon we bid farewell to Mischa, who is returning to Germany after a year's service here. He will be sorely missed, as he is truly a 'man for all seasons', his energy and whit pervading Harbor House. People shared their stories of Mischa and entertained with a skit. . . "A day in the life of. . ." I emoted with a poem in German by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (with apologies for pronunciation) and its English translation, which is also a beautiful meditation:
| Wandrers Nachtlied II | Wayfarer's Night Song II |
Über allen Gipfeln | Over all the hilltops |
| Ist Ruh, | is calm. |
| In allen Wipfeln | In all the treetops |
| Spürest du | you feel |
| Kaum einen Hauch; | hardly a breath of air. |
| Die Vögelein schweigen in Walde. | The little birds fall silent in the woods. |
| Warte nur, balde | Just wait... soon |
| Ruhest du auch. | you'll also be at rest. |
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