Back to the camp behold us throng, And men, with dance and wine, prolong And our old Count, and what doth he? Alone within his tent sits he, One tear-that mourns his son. And therefore ever sworn to stand heed, And therefore mark, and take ye WITH this ballad conclude all in the First Period, or Early Poems, which Schiller himself thought worth preserving, and which are retained in the best editions of his collected works-except the "Sketch of Semele," which ought to be classed among his dramatic compositions. FAREWELL TO THE READER. (Transferred from the Third Period.) I. THE Muse is silent with a virgin cheek, Bow'd with the blush of shame, she ventures near; She waits the judgment that thy lips may speak, And feels the deference, but disowns the fear— Such praise as Virtue gives 'tis hers to seek, Bright Truth, not tinsel Folly to revere ; And he alone her crowning flowers should cull Whose heart with hers beats for the Beautiful. II. Not longer yet these lays of mine would live Not for the far Posterity they strive, Doom'd with the time whose shades they are revealing, Born to record the moment's smile or sigh, And with the light dance of the hours to fly. III. Spring wakes, and Life in all its youngest hues THE END. PRINTED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS, EDINBURGH. |