1775.-----TRILOGY OF PASSION.
Who had in this castle his dwelling,Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,
Thousand greetings from my friend;Ere these hills own night's dark sway,
Like it, no sign of life thou giv'st to me;Compared with thee, the stone appears to glow.
Perfecting that as a god, which thou didst fail in, as man.
OVER vale and torrent farRolls along the sun's bright car.Ah! he wakens in his course
Fain the youth would, in his first alarm,
Let him fear them doubly,Whom they have uplifted!On cliffs and on clouds, oh,Round tables all-golden,he seats are made ready.
Now is He risen!
Not now for the first time I surrender
The grave become a bed of clouds so fair,To sing to rest life's billows will be seen,The day be lovely, and the night serene."--
By new-born flow'rs that full of dew-drops hung;The youthful day awoke with ecstacy,And all things quicken'd were, to quicken me.
Conceal my affliction,