Arndt glanced rather fearfully down the staircase; but then he thought of Reutha, and his love for her made him grow bold.
Napoleon tracked the lyric poet out; Arndt fled to Sweden; but continued to write for the cause.
And then, by fairy spells, Arndt saw beside it the image of the little peasant as he was when he entered the hill.
This is one of Arndt's soul-stirring, patriotic hymns, published in 1806.
So great was the excitement it produced that Arndt was compelled to take refuge in Sweden to escape the vengeance of Napoleon.
