Together lead them home at last.
One port, methought, alike they sought,
One purpose hold where’er they fare,—
O bounding breeze, O rushing seas!
At last, at last, unite them there!
‘WEN GOTT BETRÜGT, IST WOHL BETROGEN.’
Is it true, ye gods, who treat us
As the gambling fool is treated;
O ye, who ever cheat us,