"In remembrance of Lorch"
Carl Philipp Conz (1762–1827) was born in Lorch, the son of one of the monastery scribes. He made a career as a poet and professor of classic literature and eloquence in Tübingen.
He wistfully remembered:
"Even yet, I think of my youth as a sweet thing
Spent there in the Gothic abbey
Even yet I hear the bells that softly ring
From the nearest tower, and my soul would fly
Waking with its sound belief so true
The images even yet so fresh and new.
O days truly written on my soul
With love for you my heart ever is full."