Ye let poor mortals go astray,And then abandon them to pain,--
Then to the wintry plain I bent my wayUneasily, to flight my bosom steel'd.
Social streamletsJoin his waters. And now moves heO'er the plain in silv'ry glory,And the plain in him exults,And the rivers from the plain,And the streamlets from the mountain,Shout with joy, exclaiming: "Brother,Brother, take thy brethren with thee,With thee to thine aged father,To the everlasting ocean,Who, with arms outstretching far,Waiteth for us;Ah, in vain those arms lie openTo embrace his yearning children;For the thirsty sand consumes usIn the desert waste; the sunbeamsDrink our life-blood; hills around usInto lakes would dam us! Brother,Take thy brethren of the plain,Take thy brethren of the mountainWith thee, to thy father's arms!
Can dare assert its sway.Love, song, and wine's sweet drunkenness,
And since I am gladThat it served as a proof so decided,The cost will by me be provided."
I hope in silence, but I hope for this:
1810.-----BY THE RIVER.
Ten years, alas, already!--turn'd from earth;We all, to our great joy, his precepts know,
Whence the drops so fragrant fell;By the locks, whose gentle care
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