To*** Upon the Alps in Splügen 1829 So never may I bid thee now farewell:  Thou follow’st me through every mount and dell,  I see thee on the Alpine glaciers tall,  I hear thy voice in every waterfall;  My heart throbs heav’ly when I turn around  To see thee but I’m scared to hear a sound.    Ungrateful thou! While in these mountains high,  I lose my way beneath the somber sky,  Or, weary so, step down a mountain slope,  I raise my head toward the skies and hope  To see the Northern Star that pilots me,  To find Lithuania, thy house and thee. [...]

Ur. 24 grudnia 1798 r. w Zaosiu ko