But to the boy be vowed these rhymes,
"Who 'mongst the roses plays,
Who hears us, and at proper times
To pierce fair hearts essays.
Through him the gloomy winter night,
Of yore so cold and drear,
Brings many a loved friend to our sight,
And many a woman dear.
Henceforward shall his image fair
Stand in yon starry skies,
And, ever mild and gracious there,
Alternate set and rise.
TO THE CHOSEN ONE.
[This sweet song is doubtless one of those addressed to Frederica.]
Hand in hand, and lip to lip!
Oh, be faithful, maiden dear!
Fare thee well! thy lover's ship
Past full many a rock must steer;
But should he the haven see,
When the storm has ceased to break,
And be happy, reft of thee,—
May the gods fierce vengeance take!
Boldly dared is well-nigh won!
Half my task is solved aright;
Every star's to me a sun,
Only cowards deem it night.
Stood I idly by thy side,
Sorrow still would sadden me;
But when seas our path divide,
Gladly toil I,—toil for thee!
