Let a new-born wreath entwine
Solemnly your temples round;
Rapture glows in hearts divine
When a long-lost sinner's found.
Swifter e'en than Lathe's flood
Round Death's silent house can play,
Ev'ry error of the good
Will love's chalice wash away.
All will haste your steps to meet,
As ye come in majesty,—
Men your blessing will entreat;—
Ours ye thus will doubly be!
1798.
(* Aganippe—A spring in Boeotia, which arose out of Mount
Helicon, and was sacred to Apollo and the Muses.)
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LILY'S MENAGERIE.
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his surrender of her into despair, by drolly-fretful images.">[
THERE'S no menagerie, I vow,