Thy coldness puts to flight my joy.But soon as night and silence round us reign,I know thee by thy kisses sweet again!
All-proudly,And ev'ry spoke whirls swiftly round,
Let this soul, by virtue stirr'd,
For us, for us He still will fight!The angels sacred quire around
The sun now set, and wand'ring hand in hand,
1815.*-----THE WAY TO BEHAVE.
I view'd the countless skulls, so strangely mated,And of old times I thought, that now were grey.
Hearts with twofold balsam fillest,Would this constant strife would cease!