VIII.
Whilst I, after other people's,
Others people's darlings gaze,
And before strange sweethearts' dwellings
Sighing pace through weary days.—
Then perhaps those other people
In another quarter pine,
Pacing by my very windows,
Coveting that girl of mine.
That were human! God in heaven,
Watch us still whate'er befall!
God in heaven, joy and blessing,
Joy and blessing send us all!