Comforter divine, thou art the wine that cheers; may we ever of thy vintage drink.
99
Once more the Moon has waned and fulled, and with each wane and full many have come and many passed away.
Still many more shall come, and many more will follow when she again in glory robes herself.
Silently she comes, silently she departs; she brings to age the life of every mortal.
And as the Night the Day removeth, so doth she the human generations.
100
Ah, Earthly Home, my last clasp now I take, of all thy pleasures and thy sorrows a fond farewell.