Poem Anna Maria van Schurman

Poem:

Oh Utrecht, dear city, how hard it is to forget you

Should my days with you never become worn out

Ten times a day, I will praise thee city

Which is soo beyond my judgment

Because when my weary self thinks about lost souls

I will say them farewell for whose purpose they fell

Then my soul will flee hither, following a strong guide

Who will light my path dedicated to my dear fatherland

Anna Maria van Schurman