I scarce alone can creep,
Strangely star is link'd to star;Planets mighty, sparkling small,
WHEN Minerva, to give pleasureTo Prometheus, her well-loved one,Brought a brimming bowl of nectarFrom the glorious realms of heavenAs a blessing for his creatures,And to pour into their bosomsImpulses for arts ennobling,She with rapid footstep hasten'd,Fearing Jupiter might see her,And the golden goblet trembled,And there fell a few drops from itOn the verdant plain beneath her.Then the busy bees flew thitherStraightway, eagerly to drink them,And the butterfly came quicklyThat he, too, might find a drop there;Even the misshapen spiderThither crawl'd and suck'd with vigour.
She reaches the mound, and the neighbour straight,
But in thy look, what bitter smart!I went--thy gaze to earth first roved
My only joy on earth is in thy will,
Many a lightly-hidden traceOf a spirit loved didst teach us.
The time for billeting comes next,--
But, ah! above,Where saw I my love,Within her room,Small, mantled in gloom,Enclosed around,Where sunlight was drown'd,How little there was earth to me,With all its beauteous majesty!
GOD is of the east possess'd,God is ruler of the west;North and south alike, each landRests within His gentle hand.-----HE, the only righteous one,Wills that right to each be done.'Mongst His hundred titles, then,Highest praised be this!--Amen.-----ERROR seeketh to deceive me,Thou art able to retrieve me;Both in action and in songKeep my course from going wrong.
From out my house, I tell thee!Or else I needs must, in my wrath,
Sport in the grove,Heavenly numbers