Soar on! my fancies too
Would quit awhile the fading beauties here,
To roam with thee that waste of boundless blue!
And view yon heaven more near.
Lost—in the distant haze,
Ere my bewildered thoughts for flight were free!
Farewell! in vain upon the void I gaze,—
I cannot soar like thee!
THE DIVISION OF THE EARTH.
FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER.