Was génerated, is not here in Heaven,
But down, down, down at the other side of the Earth, Dówn in the depths of Hell, for ever there Condemned by the unchangeable decree Óf the Allmérciful, to writhe in torment." He said, or seemed to say; with horror struck
I shriéked, methought, and swooned, and know no more. TROMPETER - SCHLOESSCHEN, DRESDEN, June 11, 1854.
By a shallow, púrling streámlet, Sát a lovely maiden weeping:
"Mén are fálse; I always thought so; Nów, alás! at lást I know it.
"Break, tough heart; why thrób on lónger Mócked, forsáken ánd despairing?
Ín this broók here I would drown me
Wére there bút enough of water."
Bý a deep and rápid ríver
Néxt day sits the weeping maiden,
Eyes the flood a while, then shúddering
Ríses and away walks slowly:
"Mén are fálse; I always thought so; Nów, alás! at lást, I knów it.
Néxt time thát a mán deceives me
I'll know where to find deep water."
TROMPETER - SCHLOESSCHEN, DRESDEN, June 8, 1854.
'WHAT dóg is thát, Sir, tell me, pray, That by my side the livelong day,
Where'ér I go up, down, left, right Trots steady while the sun shines bright, But when the sky begins to lower And gathering clouds portend a shower, Sneaks prúdent off, and far away Liés in safe shélter till Sol's ray
Breaks out once more on hill and plain, When ló! he 's at my side again?"
"Your comrade of the sunny ray, That leaves you on a cloudy day,
Pácks up his tráps and runs away I'd not my time hair-splitting spend
Walking from BERTRICH to MEHREN, in the EIFEL (RHENISH PRUSSIA); Octob. 31, 1854.
"IF well thou wouldst get through this troublesome world,"
Said once a dying father to his son
Who at his bedside weeping asked his counsel, "Thou must to these two principal points attend: First, thou must never dare to wear thy shoes With broád, square toes while narrow-pointed shoes Are áll the fashion. Second, thou must never
Assért God's unity when all around
Maintain he 's triune. Thése are the two points On which especially thy fortune hinges." "But if my neighbours are among themselves Divided on these points, and some their shoes Wear square-toed and maintain God's unity, While some their shoes wear with long narrow toes And swear that God was never but triúne,
What thén, dear father? how am I to judge?" "Hóld with the strongest party, for the strongest Has always right. If balanced are the parties, Espécially if they wage civil war
Against each other, thou art free to use
The liberty which honest men acquire
When knáves fall oút, and if thou pleasest wear Thy shoes even round-toed and declare thy faith Either in nóne or in a dual God."
This said, the wise old man hiccup'd and died; And the son, éver from that day forth moulding Both shoes and creed according to the counsel, Lived honored and respected, rose to wealth And power and dignity and on his deathbed Left to his son again the talisman.
Walking from ST. GALL to SCHWELLBRUNN in CANTON APPENZELL, Sept. 15, 1854.
ANOTHER and another and another
And still another sunset and sunrise,
The same yet different, different yet the same, Seen by me now in my declining years As in my early childhood, youth and manhood; And by my parents and my parents' parents, And by the parents of my parents' parents, And by their parents counted back for ever, Seén, all their lives long, even as now by me; And by my children and my childrens' children And by the children of my childrens' children And by their children counted on for ever Still to be seen as even now seen by me;
Clear and bright sometimes, sómetimes dark and clouded But still the sáme sunsetting and sunrise;
The same for ever to the never ending
Líne of obsérvers, to the same observer
Through all the changes of his life the same:
Sunsétting and sunrising and sunsetting,
And then again sunrising and sunsetting, Sunrising and sunsétting evermore.
HEIDELBERG, Octob. 25, 1854.
'GET úp, fool, from your bended knee; Gód has no eyes and cannot see.” "But mén have eyes and see me kneel; To kneel to God is quite genteel." "Then kneel away, but don't grimace; An úgly thing 's a lóng-drawn face." "I bég excuse; it's so they paint. Madonna, Magdalen and saint." "At least your óratory spare,
The wheedling rhétoric you call prayer; Or for the Gód blush, who, to do What 's right, needs to be coaxed by you." "My rhétoric were indeed misplaced, Of good breath a mere wanton waste, Hád my by-standing friends no ear The humble, suppliant voice to hear, In which I let th' Omniscient know What we think of him here below, And hów, if he 'd few blunders make, Mé for his counsellor he should take, And, in all things requiring nice
Discrimination, my advice
Exáctly following, himself spare Responsibility and care,
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