Shall win thee back unconsciously to peace.
Prin. Yes! beautiful it is, the glowing world!
So many a joy keeps flitting to and fro
In all its paths, and ever, ever seems
One step, but one, removed; till our fond thirst
For the still fading fountain, step by step,
Lures to the grave! So seldom do we find
What seem’d by Nature moulded for our love,
And for our bliss endow’d—or, if we find,
So seldom to our yearning hearts can hold!