Youth Comes But Once In A Lifetime.

From Labor There Shall Come Forth Rest.

The Rays Of Happiness, Like Those Of Light, Are Colorless When Unbroken.

Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds, Like Anthems, Roll.

Torrent Of Light And River Of Air, Along Whose Bed The Glimmering Stars Are Seen, Like Gold And Silver Sands In Some Ravine Where Mountain Streams Have Left Their Channels Bare!

Burn, O Evening Hearth, And Waken Pleasant Visions, As Of Old! Though The House By Winds Be Shaken, Safe I Keep This Room Of Gold!