Comrades, we are dwelling,—
We who with collected might,
Bravely cling together,
Both in fortune's sunshine bright,
And in stormy weather.
Just as we are gather'd thus,
Others are collected;
On them, therefore, as on us,
Be Fate's smile directed!
From the springhead to the sea,
Many a mill's revolving,
And the world's prosperity
Is the task I'm solving.
1802. ——- WONT AND DONE.
I HAVE loved; for the first time with passion I rave!
I then was the servant, but now am the slave;