Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

OR a praiseworthy object we're now gather'd here,    So, brethren, sing:
GO
US
Tho' talk may be hush'd, yet the glasses ring clear,    Remember then:

VE is indeed a glorious prize
What fairer guerdon meets our eyes
—Though neither wealth nor power are thine,
A very hero thou dost shine

EN by the broad stream thou dost dwell,
Oft shallow is its sluggish flood;
Then, when thy fields thou tendest well,
It o'er them spreads its slime and mud

AT pulls at my heart so
What tells me to roam
What drags me and lures
From chamber and home

HE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow

LD this early bliss but
Constant for one single hour
But e'en now the humid
Scatters many a vernal shower

OR woman due allowance make
Form'd of a crooked rib was she,—By Heaven she could not straightened be
Attempt to bend her, and she'll break;
If left alone, more crooked grows madam;

IN Thule lived a monarch,
Still faithful to the grave,
To whom his dying mistressA golden goblet gave
Beyond all price he deem'd it,

SH'D on the hill  Is the breeze;
Scarce by the zephyr  The
Softly are press'd;
The woodbird's asleep on the bough

LY and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover'd;
Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones at the last
Joyously plough'd and sow'd
Here food all living is budding,

ON brings reason—who can
An anguish'd heart whose loss hath been so great
Where are the hours that fled so swiftly by
In vain the fairest thou didst gain from fate;

HE tale of the Count our glad song shall
Who had in this castle his dwelling,
Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,
His grandson of whom we are telling