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Notldng is lost, for, with faith, earth has protected the
Avhole.
E'en the Penates are present, and all the glorious Im-
mortals
Meet here again, and of all, none, save the priests, are
not here.
Hermes, whose feet are grac'd with wings, his Caduceus
is waving.
And from the grasp of his hand victory lightly escai^es.
Still are the altai's standing here, — oh come, then, and
kindle, —
Longhatli the God been aAvay, — kindle the incen»« te
Himl



THE ILIAD.

Teab for ever the garland of Homer, and number tk«
fathers
Of the immortal work, that through all time will sur-
yivel



2F.TJ.S TO nERCtTLES. 22/5

ifet it lias but one motlior, and bears that motlior'.s o\vii
t'eatuR'S,
'Ti8 in.ij features it bears,— Ni-ture,— thy features
eterno I



ZEUS TO HERCULES.*

TwAS not by moans of my nectar, that thou hast made
thee iiumortiil ;
Naught Jjut thine own god-like strength eonquer'd
that nectar for thee.



THE ANTIQUE TO THE NORTHERN
WANDERER.

Thou ha-st cross'd over torrents, and swim through
Av iel e-spre.ad i ng ocean s, —
Over the cluiia of the Alps dizzily bore thee the bridge,
That thou might'st see me from near, and learn to value
my beauty,
Wliich the voice of reuowoi spreads through the
wondering -world.
And now before me thou standest, — canst touch my altar
so holy, —
But art thou nearer to me, or am I nearer to tliee ?



THE BARDS OF OLDEN TIME.

3ay, where is now that glorious race, where now are the

singers
Wlio, with the accents of life, listening nations en-

thraird,
^wnQ doA\'u from heaven the gods, and sung mankind up

to heaven,



* It i^ carious to soe liow often Schiller mlxos up the Greek and
Lat.ii Doit'CB. Ill SevieU, for iusiauce, lie uoes Zeus aud Jupiter iudia^
oriuiiuuteljr.



226 THE ANTIQTTES AT PARIS.

And who tlie spirit bore up liigli on tlie pinions of
song?
All ! the singers still live ; tlie actions only are wanting,

And to v,'ake tlie glad liarp, only a welcoming ear.
Happy bards of a happy Avorld ! Your life-teeming ac-
cents
Flew round from mouth unto mouth, gladdening every
race.
With the devotion with which the Gods were receiv'd,
each one welcom'd
That which the genius for him, plastic and breathing,
then f orm'd.
With the glow of the song Avere inflam'd the listener's
senses,
And vnth. the listener's sense, uoiu'ish'd the singer the
. glow,—
Noimsli'd and cleans'd it, — fortunate one ! for whom in
the voices
Of the people still clear echoed the soul of the son{f,
i.nd to whom from Avithout ai3j)ear'd, in life, the greav
Godhead,
Whom the bard of these days scarcely can feel in hi
breast.



7H£ ANTIQUES AT PARIS.



That which Grecian art created,
Let the Frank, with joy elated.

Bear to Seine's triumphant strand.
And in his museums glorious
Show the trophies all-victorious

To his wond'riug fatherland.



'to



They to him are silent ever,
Into life's fresh cu'cle never

From their pedestals come down.
He alone e'er holds the muses
IThrough whoso breast their power diffusee,-

To the Vandal they're but tstouo J



227
THEKLA.

A SPIRIT- VOICE.



Whither av:is it lliut my spic't wended

When tniiu tlK;^. my lleetiiii^ shadow mov'df

Is uot now eacli eartlily couttiet ended?
Shv, — have I nut liv'd, — liavo I not lov'd?



Art thon for tlio ni;^Utingales inquiring
"Wlio eutrane'd thee in the early year

With their nu'lody ho joy-iuspii-ing ?

Only Avhilst the}' lov'd, they lingered hero-



Is the lost one lo&t to mo for ever ?

Trust me, witli liini joyfully I stray
There, Avhere naught united souls can sever

And where ev'ry tear is wiped away.



And thoii, too, wilt find us in j-^on heaven,
When thy love with our love cau compare

There my tatJier dwells, his sins forgiven, —
Murder foul cau never reach him there.



And h-e feels that him no vision cheated
Wlieu he gaz'd upon the stars on high ;*

For, as each one metes, to him 'tis meted ;
^^^lo believes it, hath the Ploly nigh.



Faith is kept iu those blest regions yonder
With the feelings true that ne'er decay.

Venture thou to dream, then, and to wander :
Noblest thoughts oft lie iu childlike play.



* See 'Piccolominl,' act ii. sceuc C; an '. ' Tliu Death of "Wallen-
■t«lii, act ▼. •CtiueS.



223
THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

Humanity's briglit image to impak,

Scorn laid tliee i)rosti-ate in the deepest duat ^

Wit wages ceaseless war on all that's fair, —
In Angel and in God it imts no trust ;

llie bosom's treasures it Avould make its ]n-ey,—

Besieges Fancy, — dims e'en Faith's pure ray.

Yet, issuing like thyself from humble line,
Like thee a gentle shepherdess is she, —

Sweet Poesy alfords her rights divine,
And to the stars eternal soars Vyith thee.

Around thy brow a glory she hath thrown ;

The heart 'twas form'd thee, —ever thou'lt live cm'

The world delights whate'er is bright to stain,
And in the dust to lay the glorious low ;

Yet fear not ! noble bosoms still remain,
That for the Lofty, for the Radiant glow.

Let Momus serve to till the booth with rniith ;

A nobler mind loves forms of nobler worth.



N/ENIA



Even the beauteous must die 1 This vanquishes Men
and InHUortals ;
But of the Stygian God moves not the bosom of steel.
Once and once only could Love prevail on the Ruler of
Shadows,
And on the threshold e'en then, sternly his gift he re-
call'd.
S^enua could never heal the wounds of the beauteous
stripling,
That the terrible boar made in his delicate skin ;
Nor could his mother immortal preserve the hero so god-
like,
Wlien, at the west gate of Troy, falling, his fate he
fulfdl'd.
But she arose from the ocean with all the daughters of
Nereus,
And o'er her glorified son rais'd the loud accents of
woe.



THE PLAYIN({ CHILD. 229

Bee I ■whore all the gotls ainl g<xl(.les3es yonder are
weeping,
That the Beauteous must fade, aud that the Perfect
must die.
Even a woc-soug to be in the mouth of the lov'd onoa
is glorious,
For what is vulgar descends mutely to Orcua' dark
tshades.



THE PLAYING CHILD.

Play, fs.ir child, iu thy mother's lap i In that island
6o holy,
"Witlu'iing grief cannot come, desolate care ".ot
approach.
O'er tho abyss the arms of thy mother lovingly Iiold
thee.
Into the watery grave smilest thou guilelessly do^.^
Play, sweet innocent, still ! Arcadia yet dwells around
thee.
Nature, as yet unrestrain'd, follows the impulse of

joy-
Still does luxuriant vigor raise up its barriers poetic —
Duty and object as yeh guide not thy tractable soul.
Play, then ! for soon will labor ap^jroach thee, haggard
and solemn,
And even duty's command, pleasure and mind dia-
obey.



THE SEXES.

SiE in the tender child two beauteous flow'ret«
united !
Maiden and youth are both now hid in tho bud from
the eye.
Gently loosens the baud, the natures with softness are
parted,
And from tho modest-face'd shame, severs the fiery
might.
Suffer the boy to pl.iv, with i-agiug passions to bluster
Sated vigor alone turns into beauty again.



2dO THE SEXES.

From the bud begins tbe twofold flow'ret to issue, —
Both are precious, but yet, neither thy yearning heart
calms.
Bayishing fulness swells the blooming limbs of the
maiden,
But, like her girdle, her pride watches with care o'er
her charms.
Shy as the trembling roe, whom the hunter pursues
through the forest,
Fliec iJie from man as a foe, — hates him, because
sho loves not.
Boldly t.11 ■ u'oudly looks the youth from beneath his
dark eyeurow.
And, girdod up for the fight, strains to the utmost his
nerv;::.
Far, in he ';urmoil of spears, and on the race-course so
dusty.
Hurries him fame's craving thirst, bears him his
boisterous mind.
Now, grea^ Natiu'e, protect thy work ! YvTiat seeks itself
ever,
Flies, if thou rivet it not, ever in anger apart.
Mighty one ! thou already art there ; from the w^'ide«t
of confiiets
Thou dost call forth into life harmony's concord
divine.

Sudden is hush'd the sound of the chase ; the day's
busy echo
Dies on the ear, and the stars gently sink down to
their rest.
Sighing whispers the reed, — soft-murmuring glides on
the streamlet.
And her melodious song Philomel trills through the
grove.
What is it forces a sigh from the heaving breast of the
maiden ?
Youth, what is it that bids tears to mount up to thine
eye?
All ! she seeks in vain for a something ail-gently to

And the o'er ripe fruit bends to the ground with its
weigh';.
Bestlessl-'-striving, the youth in his self-lighted ilame in
consuming ;



THE POWER OF WOMAN. 231

Ah I oVr tliii^ fierce-burning glow breathes uot n soft-

oniu; winil.

See, at length they meet, — 'tis CnpiJ has brought them

togeth ;-,

And to tilt deity wingM, victory wing'd socn .succeeds.

Love divine, 'tis thou that joiuest mortality's I'.owers 1 <

Parted fur ever, by thee are they fur evermore link'd I



THE POWER OF WOMAN.

MiGHTi art thou, because of the peaceful charms of thy

presence ;
That which the silent does not, never the boastful

can do.
Vigor in man I expect, the law in its honors maintain-

ill?,
But, through the graces aloue, woman e'er rules or

shuuKl rule.
Many, indeed, havo rul'd through the might of the
spirit and action,
But tli( u, thou noblest of crowns, they were lificient
in thee.
No real queen exists but the womanly beauty of woman;
Where it appears, it nuist ruK" ; ruling because it ap-
pears 1



THE DANCE.

Beb, how like billows the couples with hovering motion
are whirling !
Scarce does the s ,vift-winged foot seem to alight on
the earth.
See I fugitive shadows set free from the weight of the
body?
Veave, in the liglii^ of the moon, elves their ethereal
dance ?
As when, rock'd bj the zephyr, the weightless vapor
Hies xipwurds,
As ou the silvery Hood lightly is balano' 1 the bark,
So ou the tuneful billowy (M" Tif xe i& ♦^iho docile foo^
moving ;



232 THE DANCE.

Murmaring tones from the cbortls wafting tlae body
tlirough air.
Now, as if seeking witli miglit to burst through the
dance s strong fetters,
There, where the throng is most dense, b. klly a
couple whirl round.
Quickly before them arises a path, disappearing behind
them ;
As with a magical hand, opens and closes the way.
See ! now they vanish from sight ; iu wikl entanglement
blended.
Falls the edifice proud, built of this movable world.
No, there it rises again exulting, the knot is un-
ravel'd :
While the old rule is restor'd, with but a new form of
charm.
Ever demolish'd, the whirling creation renews itself
ever,
And, by a law that is mude, each transformation is
led.
Say, how is it that, ever renew' d the figures are
hov'ring,
While repose is not found, save in the changeable
f orin ?
How is each one at freedom to follow the will of his
bosom,
And to find out the sole path, as he pursues his swift
'i course ?

hrVouldst thou know how it is ? 'Tia Haimony's
powerful godhead.
Changing the boisterous leap into the sociable dance.
That, like Nemesis, links to the golden bridle of
I'hythm
Every volent lust, taming each thing that was wild.
Is't then iu vain that the universe breathes its harmo-
nious niimbers ?
Does not the music divine bear thee away iu its
stream ?
Peelest thou not the inspiriting time that all creatures
are beating ?
Not the swift-whirling dance that through the wide
realms of space
Brandishes glittering suns, in paths intertwining with
boldness ?
Honoring Measure iu sport, tUou dost avoid it in deed.



233

FORTUNE.

Blest is the man whom tho merciful gods, ere ho came
into bcinp:,
Cberish'd, auil -whom, as a child, Venus then rock'd
in her arms ;
And Avhoso eyes by riioebus, whofee lips by Hermes
wero open'd,
And on whose forehead great Zeus stamp'd the im-
pression of might !
Truly, a glorious lot is his, — ay ! e'en a divine one,
For, ere the contest begins, wreath'd with a crown is
J lis brow ;
Ere ho has liv'd it, the fulness of life as his portion is
meted.
Ere he has labor ondur'd, he has to Cliaris attain'd.
Great I must ciUl the man, who, his own creator and
sculptor.
Vanquishes even the Fates, by his strong virtue alone ;
Fortune, alas ! he ne'er can o'ercome, and what Charis
refuses
Gioidgiugly, ne'er can he reach, strive with what cour-
age he may.
Thou canst defend thee with resolute will from what is
unworthy ;
All that is noble the gods freely send iXovra from
above.
As thou art lov'd by tho lov'd one, so full the gifts
granted by Heaven ;
Yonder in Jupiter's realm. Favor is lord, as in Love's.
Gods by afrectiou are goveru'd — the curly locks of green
childhood
Love they full well, for the glad ever by rapture are
led.
'Tis not they who can see that are ever made blest by
their presence, —
No one save he who is blind views their bright glory
reveid'd.
Gladly they choose for themselves simiilicity's innocent
spirit,
And iu the vessel so meek, that which is GodUke en-
close.
All imforcseen they come, deceivmg each proud expecta-
tion,



=234 rOKTTINE.

No anathema's might forces the free ones from high,
Down to the man whom he loves, the Father of men
and immortals
Bids his eagle descend, bearing him then to the skies.
'Mougst the multitude ever piu-sues he his self-will'd re-
searches,
And, when -well pleas'd with a head, round it he
•wi'eathes with kind hand
Now the laiTrel, and now the fillet dominion-bestowing, —
Favoring fortune alone e'er can the god himself croAvn,

Phcebus, the Pythian victor, precedes the happy one's
footsteps,
And the subduer of hearts, Amor, the sweet-smiling
god.
Neptune makes level the ocean before him, the keel of
the vessel
Glides softly on, as it bears Ciesar and Caesar's great
fate.
Down at his feet sinks the I'oaring lion, the blustering
dolphin
Mounts from the deep, and his back offers with meek-
ness to Him.
Envy the happy one not, if an easy triumj)!! the Immor-
tals
Grant him, or from the fight Venus her darluig \>vc-
serves.
Him whom that smiling one rescues, the favor'd of
Heaven, I envy,
Not the man o'er whose eyes she a dark covering throws.
Should Achilles be ruckou'd less glorious, in that
Hephfestus
Fashion'd his buckler himself, fashion'd his terrible
sword,
In that around him Avhen dying the whole of Olympus
was gather'd ?
Great was his glory, in truth, in that the gods lov'd
him Avell ;
In that they honor'd his -wrath, and to give renown to
tlieir fav'rite,
Hurl'd the best of the Greeks down to the diU'kness of
hell



OKNirrs 235

finvy not he.iiity because she shines like the lily'a sweet
calyx
Owing to Venus 'a gift, void of all merit herself.
Let lior the happy one bo ; if thou seest her, thou, then,
art the bk'.st one !
As without merit she shines, so thou art joy'd by her
charms.
Be thou glad that the gift of song descends fi-om the
lu-avcns,
And that tliou hear'st from the bard what ho has
leai'u'd from tlie muse !
Since by the god he's mspir'd, a god he becomes to the
hearer ;
Since he the happy one is, thou canst the blissful
one be.
In the busy market let Themis appear with lier balance.
Let the reward mete itself, strictly proportiou'd to
toil ;
Only a god can tinge the cheeks of a mortal with
rajiture, —
Wlicro no miracle is, there can no blest one be found.
All that is human must first be born, must grow, and
must ripen,
And from shai^e on to shape, fashioning Time leads it
on ;
But thou seest not the blissful, the beautiful, come into
being.
Since the beginning of time, perfect they ever have
been.
• Every Venus of earth, like the first one of heaven, arises
Only an ill-defin'd form, out of the infinite sea ;
But, like the first Minerva, proceeds, with the £egis
provided,
Every lightning-like thought out of the thunderer's
brain.



GENIUS.

"Do I beJieve," sayest thou, "what the masters of

wisdom would t(^ach me.
And what their followers' baud boldly and readily

swear ?
Cannot I ever attain to true peace, excepting through

kuowletlge,



236 GENITJS.

Or is the system upheld only by fortune and law ?
Must I distrust the geutly-warniug impulse, the precept
That thou, Nature, thyself hast in my bosom impress'd.
Till the schools have affix'd to the 'writ eternal their
signet.
Till a mare formula's chain binds down the fugitive
soul ?
Answer me, then I for thou hast down into these deep»
e'en descended, —
Out of the mouldering grave thou didst uninj ur'd re
tiu-n.
ts't to thee known what within the tomb of obscure
works is hidden.
Whether, you mummies amid, life's consolations can
dwell ?
JNIust I travel the darksome road ? The thought mak*es
me tremble ;
Yet I ivill travel that road, if 'tis to truth and to
right."

Friend, hast thou heard of the golden age ? Full many
a story
Poets have sung in its praise, simply and touchingly
sung —
Of the time when the holy still wander'd over life's path-
ways,—
When with a maidenly shame ev'ry sensation was
veii'd,—
When the mighty law that governs the sun in his orbit,
And that, conceal'd in the bud, teaches the point how
to move,
When necessity's silent law, the steadfast, the change-
less,
StiiT'd up billows more free, e'en in the bosom of
man, —
When the sense, unen-ing, and true as the hand of the
dial,
Pointed only to truth, only to what was eterne ? —

Then no profane one was seen, then no Initiate was met

with.
And what as living was felt, Avas not then sought

'mongst the dead ;
Equally clear to every breast was the precept eternal,



GENIUS, 237

Equally hidden tho source whence it to gladden us
sprang ;
But that happv period has vanish'd ! And self-will'd pre-
sumptiou
Nature's godlike repose uow has for ever destroy'cL
F 'eliugs i^olluted tlie voi'.'o of the deities eeho no
longer,
In tlie dislionored breast now is the oracle dumb.
Save iu the sileutor self, the listeumg soul cauuot find

it.
There does the mystical v.ord watch o'er tlie meaning

divine ;
Tliere does the searcher conjure it, descending with
bosom unsullied;
There does the nature long-lost give him back wisdom
again.
If thou, happy one, never hast lost the angel that guards
thee,
Forfeited never the kind warnings that instinct holds
forth ;
If in thy modest eye the truth is still purely depicted ;
If iu thine innocent breast clearly still echoes its call ;
If in tiiy tranquil mind the struggles of doubt still are
silent.
If they Avill surely remain silent for ever, as now ;
If by the conflict of feelings a judge will ne'er be re-
quired ;
If in its malice thy heart dims not the reason so clear,
Oh, then, gothy v/ay in all thy innocence precious !
Knowledge can teach tliee iu naught ; thou canst in-
struct lirr in much !
Yonder law, that with brazen staff is directing tho
struggling.
Naught is to thee. What thou dost, what thou may'st
Avill, is thy law.
And to every race a godlike authority issues.

"Wliat thou with holy hand form'st, what thou with
holy mouth spcak'st.
Will with omnipotent power impel the wondering senses;
Thou but observ'st not the God ruling within thine
own Ijreast,
Not the might of the signet that bows all spirits before
thee ;
Simple and silent thou go'st through the wide world
thou hast won.



238

THE PHILOSOPHICAL EGOTIST.

Hast thou e'er watch'd the infant, who, feeling not yet
the affection
Wherewith he's cradled and warm'd, tosses in sleep in
the arm,
Till as a jcuth he awakes, obeying the impulse of pas-
sion,
Ajid till his conscience's light, dawning, first shows him

the world ?
Hast thou e'er watch'd the mother, procuring sweet rest
for her darling
At the expense of her own, — tending the babe as it
dreams, —
With her own life supporting and feeding the flame as
it trembles, —
And in her own care itself, meeting that care's own
reward ?
And great Nature thou slanderest, who, now child, and
now mother.
Now receives and now gives, but through necessity
lasts ?
Self-sufficient, wilt thou from the beauteous link dis-
enchain thee.
Which, iu an intimate bond, creature to creature
unites ?
Frail one ! wilt thou stand, then, alone, in thee only
relying,
When by the forces' exchange even the luflnitt
stands ?



THE WORDS OF FAITH.

Three words of mighty moment I'll name,
From mouth unto mouth they ily ever.

Yet the heart cau alone (heir great value proclaim,
For their source from without rises never.

No virtue, no merit, man's footsteps e'er guides,

When in those three words he no longer confide*

For liiBEKTY, man is created, — is free,

Tliough fetters around him bo chinking;
Let the cry of the mob never terrify thee.



tnE WORDS OP EniioR. 239

Nor tlio scorn of the doltarcT uiitliinkiri!^ !
Ft';ir not tho bold slave when lie breaks from his chains,
Nur the man who iu freedom enduring remains !

And VIRTUE is more than a mere empty sonnd,
His iu'actice t i nig': life man may make it;

And though oft, ere ho yet the divine one has found,
He may stumble, lu still may o'crtake it.

And tliat wliich the v/i.s3 in his \vi.sdom ne'er knew,

Can be done by tho miud that is childlike and true.

And a God, too, tliore is, with a purpose sublime,
Th.ough frail may bo reason's dominion ;

High over tho regions of space and of time
The noblest of thoiights waves its pinion ;

And tho' all things in ceaseless succession may roll,

Yet constant forever remains a calm soul.

Preserve, then, the three mighty words I have nam'd ;

From mouth unto mouth spread them ever,
By thy licai-t will their iafinite worth be proclaim'd,

Though their source from without rises never.
Forget not that virtue man's footsteps still guides,
While iu tiiose three words he with firmness confides.



THE WORDS OF ERROR.

In the mouth of tho good and the noble are found
Three words of an import momentous ;

Tet vain is their echo and emjity their sound,
They ne'er can console or content us.

The fruit that lit'o yields is but lost to mankind,

As long as he seeks these vain shadows t<:> find.

As long as he trusts in the golden age.

Where tho right and tho good conquer ever, —

The right and tlie good an eternal strife wage,
And the foe will succumb to theui never, —

Unless in the air thou caustcrusli hiui to death.

For contact with earth but restores his lost breath-



24;(i PROVERBS OF CONPTJCltJa.

As long as lie trusts that fortune's rays

With the uoLie can ever be blended —
She follows t'ie bad with loving gaze ;

For the good i.s the earth not intended.
A stranger he is, and his fate is l-j roam,
And seek an enduring, a ne'er changing home.

As long as he trusts that the truth will e'er stand

Reveal'd to the reason unstable —
Her veil can be rais'd by no m rtal hand ;

But to guess and suppose, ve are al le.
In a word of mere sound, th< i enchainest the soul ;
But the free one defies e'en the tem^jest's control.

From that error, then. Spirit of Light, set thee free,—
In thy breast be a true faith victorious !

What no ear could e'er her , ■ -hat n^ eye could e'er se«,
Remains still thi^ truthful, the glorious !

It is not rvUhout, for the fool seeks it there ;

Within thee it flourishes, constant and fair.



PROVERBS OF CONFUC/US.



THREEFOiiD is the march of time :
While the future slow advances,
Like a dart the present glances.

Silent stands the past sublime.

No impatience e'er can speed him
On his course, if ho delay ;

No alarm, no doubts impedes him
If he keep his onward way ;

No regrets, no magic numbers

Wake the tranc'd one from his slumbers.

Wouldst thou wisely, and with pleasure.
Pass the days of life's short measure,
From the slow one counsel take,
But a tool of him ne'er make ;
Ne'er as friend the swift one know.
Nor the constant one as foe 1



LTOItf AND ^VA1{MTII. 241

II.

Tlirccfolil 13 the form of space :
Lotfjth, witli evtr nstless motion,
Seelcs (^eriiity's witle ocean ;
Jircndtli with boinidless sw:iy extends t,
Dcptit to uukuow'u realms descends.

All as tyi^es to tlieo are given :
Thou must ouAvurd strive for heaven,
Never still or Aveary bo
Wouldat thou perfect glory see ;
Far must thy researches go
Wouldst thou learn the "world to know ;
Thou must tempt the dark abyss
Wouldst thou i^rove what Beinrj is.

Naught but firmness gains the ]}rize,—
Naught but fulness makes us Avise, —
Buried deep, truth ever lies !



LIGHT AND WARMTH.

The world, a man of noble mind

"With glad reliance enters ;
Around him spread, he hopes to find

"What in his bosom centres ;
And dedicati^s, with ardor warm,
To truth's good cause his trusty arm.

That all is mean and email, ere long

Experience shows him ever ;
Himself to guard amid the throng

Is now his st)]e endeavor.


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