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Behold, she comes! My vision traces

The goddess as she earthward flies;

She comes, adorned with Chloe's graces,
And joy is laughing in her eyes.

Away with doubt-away with dolour!
A glory brightens Nature's face:

Daughter of Heaven, Earth's consoler,
Fly, Friendship, fly to my embrace!

But ah-this dart! My frame is shaken;
Wild tumults in my bosom rise :

I find, too late, that I've mistaken

For Friendship, Love in Friendship's guise.

CRONEGK.-Die verkleidete Liebe.

ON AN EGOTIST.

HERE lies a poor elf

Who did nought good or bad;

He loved but himself,

And no rival he had.

P. L. VERDIER.—Épitaphe d'un Égoïste.

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THE OCEAN OF HOPE.

HOPE after hope is dashed to pieces,

Yet ne'er the heart from hoping ceases;

Wave after wave on ocean's breast

Is broken, yet he does not rest.

To sink and rise in endless motion,

That is the very life of ocean;

And hopes that come but to depart,
They are the surges of the heart.

As upward still the foam is driven,

So mount our dreams for aye to heaven;

And dream in dreain is ever lost,

As foam in foam is ever tossed.

RÜCKERT-Das Meer der Hoffnung

THE WEAPONS OF MAN.

Not weaponless is fashioned man ;
I speak not of the sword—

Who wields it worthily, it can
Right worthily reward-

But other weapons Heaven gave
To make him strong and free,

And win him, were he born a slave,

A sovereign mastery.

And such a weapon is his Soul,

Resolved, whate'er betide,

To make the Loftiest its goal,

To spurn the Base aside;

That, when Misfortune wreaks her spite,

Firm as against a rock,

Swerves not a hairbreadth from the right,

And bravely bears the shock.

And such a weapon is his Heart,
With honest warmth aglow,

Where puling sorrow finds no part,
Though soft to real woe;

In worthy joy, a joyous mate,
To love, with honour, fain,

It would not for a kingdom bate
Of self-respect a grain.

And such a weapon is his Word,
The echo of his thought,

By sordid interest unstirred,

No bauble to be bought :

In fitting time, in fitting place,
It nobly makes a stand;
A treasure rich in evil days,
A pledge of good at hand.

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