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And brother's love so fair.
Thus heart and heart through life
With mutual love are fill'd; And by no causeless strife
Our union e'er is chill'd.
Our hopes a G.o.d has crown'd
With life-discernment free, And all we view around,
Renews our ecstasy.
Ne'er by caprice oppress'd,
Our bliss is ne'er destroy'd; More freely throbs our breast,
By fancies ne'er alloy'd.
Where'er our foot we set,
The more life's path extends, And brighter, brighter yet
Our gaze on high ascends.
We know no grief or pain,
Though all things fall and rise; Long may we thus remain!
Eternal be our ties!
1775.
----- CONSTANCY IN CHANGE.
COULD this early bliss but rest
Constant for one single hour!
But e'en now the humid West
Scatters many a vernal shower.
Should the verdure give me joy?
'Tis to it I owe the shade; Soon will storms its bloom destroy,
Soon will Autumn bid it fade.
Eagerly thy portion seize,
If thou wouldst possess the fruit!
Fast begin to ripen these,
And the rest already shoot.
With each heavy storm of rain
Change comes o'er thy valley fair; Once, alas! but not again
Can the same stream hold thee e'er.
And thyself, what erst at least
Firm as rocks appear'd to rise, Walls and palaces thou seest
But with ever-changing eyes.
Fled for ever now the lip
That with kisses used to glow, And the foot, that used to skip
O'er the mountain, like the roe.
And the hand, so true and warm,
Ever raised in charity, And the cunning-fas.h.i.+on'd form,--
All are now changed utterly.
And what used to bear thy name,
When upon yon spot it stood, Like a rolling billow came,
Hast'ning on to join the flood.
Be then the beginning found
With the end in unison, Swifter than the forms around
Are themselves now fleeting on!
Thank the merit in thy breast,
Thank the mould within thy heart, That the Muses' favour blest Ne'er will perish, ne'er depart.
1803.*
----- TABLE SONG.
[Composed for the merry party already mentioned, on the occasion of the departure for France of the hereditary prince, who was one of the number, and who is especially alluded to in the 3rd verse.]
O'ER me--how I cannot say,--
Heav'nly rapture's growing.
Will it help to guide my way
To yon stars all-glowing?
Yet that here I'd sooner be,
