Licht und Wärme.

Der beff're Mensch tritt in die Welt
mit fröhlichem Vertrauen;

er glaubt, was ihm die Seele schwellt,
auch außer sich zu schauen,

und weiht, von edlem Eifer warm,
der Wahrheit seinen treuen Arm.

doch Alles ist so klein, so eng,
hat er es erst erfahren,
da sucht er in dem Weltgedräng
sich selbst nur zu bewahren;
das Herz in kalter stolzer Ruh
schließt endlich sich der Liebe zu.

sie geben, ach, nicht immer Glut,
der Wahrheit helle Strahlen ;
wohl denen, die des Wiffens Gut
nicht mit dem Herzen zahlen.
drum paart, zu eurem schönsten Glück,

mit Schwärmers Ernst des Weltmanns Blick.

SCHILLER.

Man and Woman.

WILT thou dare to blame the woman for her seeming sudden changes,

swaying eastward, swaying westward, as the breezes shake the tree?

fool, thy selfish thought misleads thee: find the man

that never ranges;

woman wavers but to seek him. is not then the

fault in thee?

AYTOUN, from GOETHE.

Quaedam, si credis consultis, mancipat Vsus.

ALTI cordis homo bonaeque mentis
res laeta iuuenis fide capessit:
affectus animi sui benignos

normam dum putat esse ceterorum,
neruis omnibus intimisque uotis
uero dedicat ipse se tuendo.

sed quaecumque homines agunt auentque
quam sint omnia sordida ac pusilla
expertus sibi consulit, sua arma
per turbam studet explicare uictor,
nil ultra trepidans; ibi adquieuit,
et supercilio graui superbus
nullas curat habere caritates.
heu non semper alit calore blando
pectus lucida flamma Veritatis.
felicissimus ille, quisquis usu
dum scit uiuere non amare nescit.
ergo, qui uolet esse perbeatus,
ardorem meditantis alta mentis
scita callidus arte temperabit.

Varium et mutabile.

FEMINA cur semper uarium et mutabile, qualem callidus exhibuit, teste Marone, deus? haesitat expectans semper, dum perfida Clotho det sibi, qui simplex sit stabilisque, uirum.

Let us love.

O WEDDING-GUEST! this soul hath been
alone on a wide, wide sea;
so lonely 'twas, that God himself
scarce seemed there to be.

oh, sweeter than the marriage-feast,
'tis sweeter far to me,
to walk together to the kirk
with a goodly company:

to walk together to the kirk,

and all together pray;

while each to his great Father bends,
old men and babes, and loving friends,
and youths and maidens gay.
farewell, farewell! but this I tell
to thee, thou wedding-guest;
he prayeth well who loveth well
both man, and bird, and beast.
he prayeth best who loveth best

all things, both great and small;
for the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

COLERIDGE.

A Despatch.

THOUGH Victory refused our arms to bless,
we ran away with wonderful success.

A Life.

From the Russian.

A MAN lies here whose seventieth year was past: this man was born, ate, drank, slept, died at last. From GRYPHIUS.

Ἡ ἀγάπη ἐκ τοῦ Θεοῦ ἐστι.

MIRA loquor, conuiua; sed olim in marmore uasto solus eram mecum. tam uasto in marmore soli uix mihi uisus erat praesens Deus.

ergo hymenaei dulcius est festis, longe mihi dulcius, ire ad delubra Dei, magna comitante caterua; ire pias una ante aras unaque precari,

dum genua aeterno flectunt sua quisque Parenti longaeuique senes iunctique in amore sodales, infantes puerique hilares hilaresque puellae. iamque uale; sed crede mihi, conuiua, monenti. concipit hic pia uota, pio qui pectore curat humanumque genus uolucresque et saecla ferarum : optima uota facit, cui sunt carissima quotquot hunc habitant, seu magna cluent, seu tenuia, mundum. nam bonus ille Deus, qui nos amat, omnia fecit, constantique eadem seruat, quae fecit, amore.

Simul lux Alma data est, exire. DEFVERIT nostris armis uictoria, liuor successisse tamen non neget ipse fugam.

Intrat et exit.

VIR situst in hoc sepulchro septuagenarius: natus est, edit, bibit, dormiuit, obiit denique.

The Sleeping Love.

AROUSE not Love: still sleeps the charming boy: thy studious hours, while time allows, employ: the prudent mother thus provision makes for household duties ere her babe awakes.

From GOETHE.

The Heart of Singing.

LADY, sing no more;

science all is vain,

till the heart be touched, lady,

and give forth its pain.

'tis a living lyre

fed by air and sun,

o'er whose witching wire, lady,

faery fingers run.

Pity comes in tears

from her home above,

Hope, and sometimes Fear, lady,

and the wizard,—Love.

each doth search the heart

to its inmost springs,
and when they depart, lady,

then the Spirit sings.

How long?

PROCTER.

'How long such fondness will you show?'

you ask me with a sigh:

alas, my dearest, who can know

the hour when he shall die?

From MONTREUIL.