TO THE DEPARTING YEAR 1855. FAREWELL! and though thou tak'st not with thee all I cannot say with an illiberal hand. Gó then in peace; I'll think of thee at times, CARLSRUHE, Dec. 30, 1855. TO THE COMING YEAR 1856. THOU 'rt wélcome, stránger! enter, and the place Fill, while thou stáy'st, of thy depárted brother; Not wholly good was he, nor whólly bád, A mixture like myself of strong and weak, Of worse and better; but no more of him, He 's góne not to return, and thou com'st now With thy fair prómises of perfect goodness. Well well, we'll see; thou too shalt have thy trial, And when we come to part that will be knowledge Which now 's no more than mingled hope and fear; Meanwhile step in, and lét 's be better acquainted. CARLSRUHE, Dec. 30, 1855. ÁRT thou happy? look not backward Árt thou wretched? thén look backward Árt thou happy bóth and wrétched, Without Happy there 's no Wretched, CARLSRUHE, Jan. 5, 1856. ON READING GOETHE'S ELEGIES. FIE, Goethe! I knew not until today Thou wast given to migrate out of thy fair palace -- Fie, Goethe! from henceforth we 're less good friends; And yét ere now I have at times suspected Thou wást not áll gold, often missed in thee Perhaps even therefore art thou the more current, And by the princely eye been so attracted A sócio nóscitur, and like to like And in more courts than Weimar's have been blended The odours of the sty and the parterre. CARLSRUHE, Jan. 6, 1856. 'Tis the first rose of summer, shy peeping half-blówn, Thou shalt not long hang lónely, shalt not long thy bloóm With them bloom together, with them fade and dié; CARLSRUHE, Jan. 8, 1856. INSCRIPTION FOR A LAMP. YE álmost máke a Gód of Sól, What worthy praise have yé for mé, CARLSRUHE, Jan. 27, 1856. |