Scarce can the new one feel or seeThe radiant life he now inherits,
Once more to enjoyment awoke;
The bell now ceas'd as bell to ring,
Yes, the leaf with its hues feeleth the hand all divine,And on a sudden contracteth itself; the tenderest figures
In ne'er changing race. Unceasing endeavour!
Thou who ne'er thy radiant face
Easy 'tis following the chariotThat by Fortune is driven,Like the baggage that movesOver well-mended highwaysAfter the train of a prince.
I acknowledge thee no more.Fled is all that gave thee gladness,Fled the cause of all thy sadness,
A son of Mars pursue!'Midst tears at length we go from there,
Or wonder.When they share their booty, both clothes and purse,--As bad as you gipsies, and even worse,
With sweet music and song,On pavement, are thine,
All are hither wending!