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O praise the Lord!--Ev'n from his den The desert's savage roars his praise; And, oh! my soul! how much more then, Should'st thou thy voice in Paeans raise?
--Oscar.
_Phila. Repos._, III-152, May 7, 1803, Phila.
ODE TO SPRING From the German.
"Freude wirbelt in den Luften."
Joy comes laughing with the breeze; Gladness spreads itself around; Songsters warble in the trees; Nature gaily decks the ground.
Heav'n unfolds its richest vesture, Sparkling stars--etherial blue; Fairies dance with antic gesture; Or sip, delighted, morning dew.
Gentle, smiling, Zephyrs, wander, Thro' the groves of verdant green; Toying with the lilac yonder-- Here, with the rose of blooming mien.
Humming bees, on wafer pinions, Careful, thro' the blossoms roam: Searching all their flow'r dominions, The nectar tribute gather home.
In th'embroider'd violet vale, Love, attended by the Graces, Tells his soft bewitching tale, While blus.h.i.+ng fair ones hide their faces.
How beautiful is the creation, In this time of mirth and joy?
All is life--all animation: Nought our pleasures to annoy.
--Oscar.
_Phila. Repos._, III-152, May 7, 1803, Phila.
[For introductory note, cf. the preceding.]
UNIVERSAL SONG OF PRAISE.
A Sapphic Ode.
From the German of Burde.
"Alles was odem hat, lobe den Herrn!"
All ye that live and breathe, O praise the Lord!
With holy streams of joy, and exultation, Our souls are penetrated.
O taste and see, how great, how good He is!
His love and mercy, his truth and grace alone, Leads us to joys eternal.
O ye enwraptur'd souls that serve the Lord Cherubim! Seraphim! Angels and Spirits!
Love is your felicity.
Thirst on, our souls--thirst for the living streams; Bless'd and holy! and for ever love Him!
Who us, in love, created.
Yes, we'll love and adore Him! yes, the dust Loves its Redeemer; and all our anxious tears Himself shall wipe away.
--Oscar.
_Phila. Repos._, III-152, May 7, 1803, Phila.
[For introductory note, cf. _Morning Song of Praise_, preceding.]
THE SHOE PINCHES.
A Song of Shoe-maker, William.
From Kotzebue.
Though idlers riot, eat and drink, And on soft downy pillows sink, They are not free from woe: For every man must have his share Of trouble, and must know best where _The shoe does pinch his toe_.
When rainy, wise men boots will wear, But shoes put on when all is fair, And take times as they go; No man that ever wore a shoe Will say if he be fair and true, _It never pinch'd his toe_.
_Balance and Columbian Repos._, II-288, Sept. 6, 1803, Hudson, (N.
Y.).
BENEVOLENCE.--A FABLE.
Imitated from the German of Gellert.
_Port Folio_, III-352, Oct. 29, 1803, Phila.
[Also in _Amer. Universal Mag._, I-28, Jan. 2, 1797, Phila.]
THE NOSEGAY.
[Prose translation.]
_Phila. Repos._, IV-4, Jan. 7, 1804, Phila.
[S. Gessner, _Der Blumenstrauss_. W. Hooper, _New Idylles_, p. 37.]
For the Philadelphia Repository.
HOFFNUNG.
Wie des morgens h.e.l.le licht Die dunkeln 'nachts durchbricht, Und die ganze welt erfrout Mit des tages herlichkeit
So wann grosse traurigkeit-- Laest den menschen keine freud, Wann verzweiflung angst und schmertze Fuelt das arme, banges hertze.
Geht die sonne _Hoffnungs_ auf, Und im traur'gem brust sein lauf Beginnt; dann flichtet traurigkeit, Und die brust ist voller freud.
Von verzweiflung, angst und schmertze Ist befreyt das bange hertze, O! es bringt die _Hoffnungs_ sonne, Seeligkeit, und grosse wonne.
--ADELIO.
* * *A poetical translation is requested.
