Remembering, then, the connection that, in a former century,was formed and riveted between your illustrious ancestor and himwhom it is the object of these pages to represent, I deem it ahappy augury that the link then established finds itself notwholly severed even now (although its strength may beimmeasurably weakened in the comparison), inasmuch as this pagebrings them once more in contact, the one in the person of hisown descendant, the other in that of the translator of his Poems.
Who their own wives treasure;Who in ogling other Fair
And, fair maiden, thou indeed canst buy it;
The will of destiny must be fulfilid,--This knowing, I withdrew with sadden'd mind.
Glitter in the glassy sea;Pledging pure and calm delight,
I AM now,--what joy to hear it!--
The three holy kings are friendly and mild,They seek the Mother, and seek the Child;The pious Joseph is sitting by,The ox and the ass on their litter lie.
'Tis thus my days are pass'd;And all keep tune with me,And move in harmony,
Love him, for this one moment, then, in me.
1797.-----THE GOD AND THE BAYADERE.
A motion he feels 'neath his bed.The rat, an he likes it, may rattle away!
At midnight hour.