The lights appear'd to fly.They led his footsteps all astray,Up, down, through many a narrow way
NOBLE be man,Helpful and good!For that aloneDistinguisheth himFrom all the beingsUnto us known.
1783.-----THE HUNTER'S EVEN-SONG.
Is in my mind portray'd;Her garter I recall anon,--
The maiden no more it can hold.The father he sees her, what rapture he feels!
Thus was it, thus is it to-day.
Haunt me with their tone,Joy and grief in turns I know,
The warder's garden here;Or wherefore is he so intent
Seized upon Phoebus's heart, seized on the heart of each Muse.
Where the stars' language first illuded his soul,As secretly yet clearly through the air
For Joseph, need cause no surprise;
Who never eat with tears his bread
1828.-----[Written at the age of 77.]