So was the Angel of thy Youth, thy guide,
In snow-white raiment clad, forever at thy side.
III—RICHTER.
My Jean Paul, I shall never forget. Herder.
Never forgotten! still do they enshrine thee
The pride and glory of thy Fatherland:
Before the altar of the true Shekinah,
O priestly poet! it was thine to stand
Clothed in the purity of thy high nature —
And wearing on thy spiritual features