And in myself my happiness would find;
Languishing love cannot bear the glad dance.Let us whirl round in the waltz's gay measure,
I'd wish to be slain,Than all the gladness
But homage thou must share with all, believe me!
ONE day a shameless and impudent wightWent into a shop full of steel wares bright,Arranged with art upon ev'ry shelf.He fancied they were all meant for himself;And so, while the patient owner stood by,The shining goods needs must handle and try,And valued,--for how should a fool better know?--The bad things high, and the good ones low,And all with an easy self-satisfied face;Then, having bought nothing, he left the place.
Already are heard
THE spirit-region's noble limb
He raised his eyes upon the world again,We show'd him how his thoughts might find relief
The waves roar around, but she turns not aside;
Turn to profit thy young days,
But by God-sent changing winds ere long he's drivenSideways from the course he had intended,And he feigns as though he would surrender,While he gently striveth to outwit them,
I know the good that lives and glows in thee!"--Thus spake she, and methinks I hear her still--