Ah! I know, he meant it kindly, None was e’er so pure and noble, But I, I was notwithstanding Moved as by an envious feeling; And, I must confess, I found it Far from pleasant up in heaven-- May God pardon me! Our Saviour Jesus Christ I deem’d intrusive. 8. Each person to this feast enchanting His mistress takes, and with delight Roams in the blooming summer night. I wander alone, for my loved one is wanting. Like some sick man, I wander all lonely, And far from the mirth and dancing go, The music sweet and the lamps’ bright glow My thoughts are away, and in England only. I pluck the pinks and I pluck the roses, Distractedly and full of woe, And know not on whom the flow’rs to bestow; My heart soon withers along with the posies. 9. Long songless and oppress’d with sadness, I now compose again with yearning! Like tears that from us burst with madness My songs are suddenly returning. Again I chant, with voice melodious, Of great love and still greater sorrow; Of hearts which, to each other odious To-day, when parted break to-morrow. I ofttimes think I feel the greeting Of German oak trees waving o’er me, With whispers of a glad re-meeting-- A dream! they vanish from before me. I ofttimes think I hear the singing Of German nightingales once cherish’d; Sweetly their notes are round me clinging-- A dream! the vision soon has perish’d. Where are the roses whose delicious Perfume once bless’d me? Every blossom Long since has died! With taint pernicious Their ghostly scent still haunts my bosom. 10. SONGS OF CREATION. 1. God at first the sun created, Then each nightly constellation; From the sweat of his own forehead Oxen were his next creation. Wild beasts he created later, Lions with their paws so furious; In the image of the lion Made he kittens small and curious. Afterwards, the wilds to people, Man to spring to being bade he, And in man’s attractive image Interesting monkeys made he. Satan saw it, full of laughter: “Copies from himself he’s taking! “In the image of his oxen “Calves he finally is making.” 2. To the devil spake the Lord thus: Copies of myself I’m taking; After sun come constellations, After oxen, calves I’m making. After lions with their furious Paws, I’m making kittens curious, After men come monkeys clever: Thou canst nothing make, however. 3. I made for my glory and edification Men, lions, and oxen, and sunlight splendid; But calves, cats, monkeys, and each constellation For nought but my own delight I intended. 4.