But alack! in his arms the child lay dead! Translation of Martin and Aytoun. [Pg 6445] FROM 'THE WANDERER'S STORM SONG' Whom thou desertest not, O Genius, Neither blinding rain nor storm Breathes upon his heart a chill. Whom thou desertest not, O Genius, To the lowering clouds, To the beating hail, He will sing cheerly, As the lark there, Thou that soarest. Whom thou desertest not, O Genius, Him thou'lt lift o'er miry places On thy flaming pinions: He will traverse As on feet of flowers Slime of Deucalion's deluge; Slaying Python, strong, great, Pythius Apollo! Whom thou desertest not, O Genius, Thou wilt spread thy downy wings beneath him, When he sleeps upon the crags; Thou wilt cover him with guardian pinions In the midnight forest depths. Whom thou desertest not, O Genius, Thou wilt in whirling snow-storm Warmly wrap him round; To the warmth fly the Muses, To the warmth fly the Graces. Around me float, ye Muses, And float, ye Graces! This is water, this is earth And the son of water and of earth, Over whom I wander Like the gods. You are pure like the heart of water, You are pure like the core of earth; You float around me, and I float Over water, over earth, Like the gods. Translation of Charles Harvey Genung. [Pg 6446] THE GODLIKE Noble be Man, Helpful and good! For that alone Doth distinguish him From all the beings Which we know. Hail to the Unknown, the Higher Beings Felt within us! His pattern teach us Faith in them! For unfeeling Is Nature: Still shineth the sun Over good and evil: And to the sinner Smile, as to the best, The moon and the stars. Wind and waters, Thunder and hailstones, Rustle on their way, Smiting down as They dash along, One for another. Just so does Fate Grope round in the crowd, Seize now the innocent, Curly-haired boy, Now on the old, bald Crown of the villain. By great adamantine Laws everlasting, Here we must all our Round of existence Faithfully finish. There can none but Man Perform the Impossible. He understandeth, [Pg 6447]Chooseth, and judgeth; He can impart to the Moment duration. He alone may The Good reward, The Guilty punish, Mend and deliver; All the wayward, anomalous Bind in the Useful. And the Immortals— Them we reverence, As if they were men, and Did, on a grand scale, What the best man in little Does, or fain would do. Let noble Man Be helpful and good! Ever creating The Right and the Useful— Type of those loftier Beings of whom the heart whispers! Translation of John S. Dwight. SOLITUDE O ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets, Grant unto each whatsoever he may in silence desire! Comfort impart to the mourner, and give to the doubter instruction, And let the lover rejoice, finding the bliss that he craves. For from the gods ye received what they ever denied unto mortals,