four o'clock in the afternoon
And honor 's path pursue . Since all one common language speak And all one sacred object seek , Your jealousies subdue . Let him who shirks his country 's call , To freedom and to fame , Both live and die a cowardly hound , Despised wherever may be found A man of German name . -RSB- Leonora Prohaska reached Berlin at four o'clock in the afternoon . On the way , closing her eyes , she leaned back on the cushions , so that her companions paid little attention to her , whom they believed to be asleep . But Leonora heard every word , and every conversation of her fellow-travellers strengthened her soul and restored her former courage . They spoke of the enthusiasm in every city , village , and house -- an enthusiasm spreading far beyond the frontiers of Prussia , and carrying all away as an irresistible torrent , drawing with it even the most cautious and timid , and filling the most desponding and disheartened with joyous hopes .