Ah,  when,  within  our  narrow  chamber
The  lamp  with  friendly  lustre  glows,
Flames  in  the  breast  each  faded  ember.
And  in  the  heart,  itself  that  knows.
Then  Hope  again  lends  sweet  assistance.
And  Reason  then  resumes  her  speech  :
One  yearns,  the  rivers  of  existence.
The  very  founts  of  Life,  to  reach.
VOL,  I.  3  D


5^


FAUST.
Snarl  not,  poodle  !     To  the  sound  that  rises,

The  sacred  tones  that  my  soul  embrace.
This  bestial  noise  is  out  of  place.
We  are  used  to  see,  that  Man  despises

What  he  never  comprehends.
And  the  Good  and  the  Beautiful  vilipends.
Finding  them  often  hard  to  measure  :

Will  the  dog,  like  man,  snarl  his  displeasure  ?

But  ah  !  I  feel,  though  will  thereto  be  stronger,
,\    Contentment  flows  from  out  my  breast  no  longer.
Why  must  the  stream  so  soon  run  dry  and  fail  us,
And  burning  thirst  again  assail  us  ?
Therein  I  've  borne  so  much  probation !
And  yet,  this  want  may  be  supplied  us ;
We  call  the  Supernatural  to  guide  us ;
We  pine  and  thirst  for  Revelation,
Which  nowhere  worthier  is,  more  nobly  sent,
fThan  here,  in  our  New  Testament.
I  feel  impelled,  its  meaning  to  determine,  —
With  honest  purpose,  once  for  all.
The  hallowed  Original
To  change  to  my  beloved  German.
(He  opens  a  volume,  and  commences. )

'T  is  written :  "  In  the  Beginning  was  the  Word" <*

Here  am  I  balked  :  who,  now,  can  help  afford  ?

The  Word?  —  impossible  so  high  to  rate  it ;

And  otherwise  must  I  translate  it,

If  by  the  Spirit  I  am  truly  taught.
Then  thus  :  "  In  the  Beginning  was  the  Thought}'

This  first  line  let  me  weigh  completely.
Lest  my  impatient  pen  proceed  too  fleetly.
