For him a Paradise is lost,
But not for happy creatures!
Come—though a glance it may be—come—
Enjoy, improve; then hurry home,
For life strong urgencies must bind us!
Yet mourn not; morn shall wake anew,
And we shall wake to bless it new.
Homewards! the herds that shake the dew,
We’ll leave in peace behind us!
Anonymous Translation. H. Tollens, 1778.