XXXVill FAUST. 



Dost fondly fancy I shall hate my life, 

 And hie rae to the waste, because not ail 

 My blossom- dreams bear friiit ? 



Here sit I forming manhood in my image, 



A race resembling me, 



To sorrow, and to weep, 



To taste, to hold, to enjoy, 



And not take heed of tlioe, 



Aal! Goethe. 



FAUST. 



Earth's narrow circle is well known to mo ; 

 What is above the eye can never see. 

 Fool, who peers thither with his vision dim, 

 And feigns a crowd of beings like to him ! 



Let him look ronnd him, standing without fear; 

 This world speaks plain for who has ears to hear: 

 He need not stray within the vast to be. 

 But clasp what he can feel and see. 



So let him wander all his earthly day ; 



Though ghosts should walk, still let him go his way: 



In every progress woe and joy betide, 



Though every moment be unsatisfied. 



Yes, in this thought, I fix unswerving ; 



Wisdom gives thus her judgment form ; 

 Those are of Freedom, Life, deserving, 



Who daily tak^ them both by storm, 



Goethe. 



