"I Have sacrificed all," thou sayest, "that man I might succor; Vain the attempt; my reward was persecution and hate." Shall I tell thee, my friend, how I to humor him manage? Trust the proverb! I ne'er have been deceived by it yet. Thou canst not sufficiently prize humanity's value; Let it be coined in deed as it exists in thy breast. E'en to the man whom thou chancest to meet in life's narrow pathway, If he should ask it of thee, hold forth a succoring hand. But for rain and for dew, for the general welfare of mortals, Leave thou Heaven to care, friend, as before, so e'en now. MY ANTIPATHY. I have a heartfelt aversion for crime,--a twofold aversion, Since 'tis the reason why man prates about virtue so much. "What! thou hatest, then, virtue?"--I would that by all it were practised, So that, God willing, no man ever need speak of it more. ASTRONOMICAL WRITINGS. Oh, how infinite, how unspeakably great, are the heavens! Yet by frivolity's hand downwards the heavens are pulled! THE BEST STATE. "How can I know the best state?" In the way that thou know'st the best woman; Namely, my friend, that the world ever is silent of both. TO ASTRONOMERS. Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies; Think ye Nature but great, in that she gives thee to count? Though your object may be the sublimest that space holds within it, Yet, my good friends, the sublime dwells not in the regions of space. MY FAITH. Which religion do I acknowledge? None that thou namest. "None that I name? And why so?"--Why, for religion's own sake? INSIDE AND OUTSIDE. God alone sees the heart and therefore, since he alone sees it, Be it our care that we, too, something that's worthy may see. FRIEND AND FOE. Dearly I love a friend; yet a foe I may turn to my profit; Friends show me that which I can; foes teach me that which I should. LIGHT AND COLOR. Thou that art ever the same, with the changeless One take up thy dwelling! Color, thou changeable one, kindly descends upon man! GENIUS. Understanding, indeed, can repeat what already existed,-- That which Nature has built, after her she, too, can build. Over Nature can reason build, but in vacancy only: But thou, genius, alone, nature in nature canst form. BEAUTEOUS INDIVIDUALITY. Thou in truth shouldst be one, yet not with the whole shouldst thou be so. 'Tis through the reason thou'rt one,--art so with it through the heart. Voice of the whole is thy reason, but thou thine own heart must be ever; If in thy heart reason dwells evermore, happy art thou. VARIETY.