To the lofty heights of suffering,
– Steep the path to the Holy Land –
On the lofty heights of suffering,
I was led there by Love’s hand.
And the final stanza reads thus:
And I thought of that one morning,
Of that morning long ago,
When I laughing, without caring,
From lofty Alps looked down below.
(Op de bergen van het Lijden,
– Steile weg naar ’t heilig Land –
Op de bergen van het Lijden
Voerde mij der Liefde hand.’
En ik dacht weer aan dien morgen,
Aan dien morgen van weleer,
Toen ik lachend, zonder zorgen,
Blikte hoog van de Alpen neer.)
Van Gogh’s version (or the version his father had once sent him –
see letter 104) has been Christianized. It is however possible that Vincent was following yet another version; indeed, the rhyming lines
Steep the path one upward strives
steep the path to better lives
(Steile weg naar hooger streven
Steile weg naar beter leven)
which do not occur in the 1869 edition, seem to suggest this possibility. See De Génestet 1869, vol. 2, pp. 115-117.