But punishment pursues the scoffer straight,
Self-love, so long in icy chains confin'd;No selfishness and no self-will are nigh,For at her advent they were forced to fly.
[This little song describes the different members of the partyjust spoken of.]
From my aching heart she stole.
GOD, SOUL, AND WORLD.Rhymed DistichsProoemionThe Metamorphosis of Plants
But sudden was the newborn day reveal'd:
Drives the insects' happy race,
"Oh thou boy!" exclaim'd I then, "what masterIn his school received thee as his pupil,Teaching thee so truthfully and quicklyWisely to begin, and well to finish?"
A little, little boy, yon churchyard past,To Father Vicar's house; the stars on high
Chooseth one for herself, kissing his lips as a friend."
Yes! the maid, whom thou
The child then thought: "High over head
So double our ERGO BIBAMUS!Whate'er to his treasures the niggard may add,Yet regard for the joyous will ever be had,For gladness lends over its charms to the glad,