THE BEATIFIED CHILDREN.
Here vanish'd from sight.She came, as to meet me,Then fearing to greet me,
And then at length deserted.
In the silent night?
For all that's there displayd.
We from them cautiously should steal away.
And jests both new and rare.
An owl's they might be now.
Now, sun, sink to rest! Now, sun, arise!
May be to veil them? No, no! O'er them to raise thee on high!-----DEMOCRATIC food soon cloys on the multitude's stomach;But I'll wager, ere long, other thou'lt give them instead.-----WHAT in France has pass'd by, the Germans continue to practise,
Whence the drops so fragrant fell;By the locks, whose gentle care
And 'tis a token like this, points out the child 'mid the plants.Soon a shoot, succeeding it, riseth on high, and reneweth,
Spirit of man,Thou art like unto water!Fortune of man,Thou art like unto wind!
'Tis both at once, I vow.