Self-love, so long in icy chains confin'd;No selfishness and no self-will are nigh,For at her advent they were forced to fly.
All the gods who reign'd supreme of yore;One Invisible now rules in heaven,
Welcome were they,--and welcome too
WHEN the moist and balmy gale
As it flows on, then, flow ye too!
Gather the smaller-sized leaves, close by the side of their like.Round the axis compress'd the sheltering calyx unfoldeth,
All our children loved they slay.
As in dream thou saw'st it ne'er.
'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,--
With Heav'ns blessing will our love be crown'd."
And as they sink in the sea, joy from his bosom departs.Vanish'd from thee, too, oh Dora, is now the vessel that robs thee