One Common Fate We Both Must Prove;

Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

Music Might Tame And Civilize Wild Beasts, But 'tis Evident It Never Yet Could Tame And Civilize Musicians.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.