New-born the prize!
Hope fills the oft-deluded beast;Yet if one moment he would lazy be,
So with contests, strivings, triumphs,Flying now, and now returning,Is an artful net soon woven,In its whiteness like the snow-flakes,That, from light amid the darkness,Draw their streaky lines so varied,As e'en colours scarce can draw them.
By thousand-varying pangs weigh'd down,Thou dwell'st in dark and endless night.
THOU wert forcibly seized by the hoary lord of the river,--
Here lies the Dragon, trampled down,He lies, and feels God's angry frown,
[Composed for the merry party already mentioned, on the occasionof the departure for France of the hereditary prince, who was oneof the number, and who is especially alluded to in the 3rdverse.]
Take whate'er by thee's desired,
From the lamp soft rays are glowing,And from mouth to mouth sweet showers,
Far extend the galleries;Roses blossom near the ground,