By water should die when but half a year old!
His mother, all eager her offspring to save,
To Ottenberg high, with the morn did repair,
Still hoping to rescue her son from the grave,
For well did she know that no water was there.
But how powerless and vain is a mortal's design,
Opposed to that will which can never recede;
Who shall pull down the bright orb of heaven divine,
And raise up a meteor his rays to exceed?
Fatigued, and by ceaseless exertion opprest,