XC. And calm'd I rose:-but how the while had risen Even the grey tombs it kindled, and array'd With life!-how hard to see thy race begun, And think man wakes to grief, wakening to thee, O sun! XCI. I sought my home again :—and thou, my child, There at thy play beneath yon ancient pine, With eyes, whose lightning laughter 10 hath beguil'd A thousand pangs, thence flashing joy to mine; Thou in thy mother's arms, a babe, didst meet My coming with young smiles, which yet, though sweet, Seem'd on my soul all mournfully to shine, And ask a happier heritage for thee, Than but in turn the blight of human hope to see. XCII. Now sport, for thou are free-the bright birds chasing, Whose wings waft star-like gleams from tree to tree; Or with the fawn, thy swift wood-playmate racing, Sport on, my joyous child! for thou art free! Yes, on that day I took thee to my heart, And inly vow'd, for thee a better part To choose; that so thy sunny bursts of glee Should wake no more dim thoughts of far-seen woe, But, gladdening fearless eyes, flow on-as now they flow. XCIII. Thou hast a rich world round thee:-Mighty shades Sleep not beneath; nor doth the sunbeam pass To worship, thou art blest!—to thee is shown E THE FOREST SANCTUARY. PART SECOND. Wie diese treue liebe seele Von ihrem Glauben Voll, Der ganz allein Ihr selig machend ist, sich heilig quäle, Das sie den liebsten Mann verloren halten soll! FAUST. I never shall smile more-but all my days WILSON. I. BRING me the sounding of the torrent-water, Of ancient woods, ye chainless things and lone! me, that my soul may dare, Cheer'd by such tones, to look back on a dungeon's air! II. Oh, Indian hunter of the desert's race! Dost cross my footsteps in thy fiery chase Thou know'st not, wanderer-never may'st thou know !— III. There, fetter'd down from day, to think the while And how the rich dark summer-trees are bowing Bound unto midnight's heart, seems a stern lot-'twas mine. |