"'T was right a goblet the Fate should be First rings it deep, and full, and mild, "For its keeper takes a race of might, Will I try the Luck of Edenhall !” As the goblet ringing flies apart, In storms the foe, with fire and sword; On the morrow the butler gropes alone, "The stone wall," saith he, "doth fall aside, Down must the stately columns fall; THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR (DER JUNGGEsell) BY GUSTAV PFIZER A YOUTH, light-hearted and content, I wander through the world; Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent And straight again is furled. Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIE- Often in a wooden house a golden room we DRICH VON LOGAU MONEY WHEREUNTO is money good? Who has it has much trouble and care, THE BEST MEDICINES Joy and Temperance and Repose Slam the door on the doctor's nose. SIN Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave. POVERTY AND BLINDNESS A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees. LAW OF LIFE Live I, so live I, Το my Lord heartily, CREEDS Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and doctrines three Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Christianity may be. THE RESTLESS HEART A mill-stone and the human heart are driven ever round ; find. If they have nothing else to grind, they Who, through death, have unto God as must themselves be ground. cended! How I started up in the night, in the night, As I wandered so light The mill-brook rushed from the rocky height, I leaned o'er the bridge in my yearning; Deep under me watched I the waves in their flight, As they glided so light In the night, in the night, Yet backward not one was returning. O'erhead were revolving, so countless and bright, The stars in melodious existence; And with them the moon, more serenely bedight; They sparkled so light In the night, in the night, Through the magical, measureless distance. And upward I gazed in the night, in the night, And again on the waves in their fleeting; Ah woe! thou hast wasted thy days in delight, Now silence thou light, In the night, in the night, The remorse in thy heart that is beating. |