But show that we are riding.
Of the Saviour served to still;By the fountain, balm-exhaling,
The horn of the goat by one is seized fast,
Not to weaken water's gentle fall,Carefully cleanse out the channels all;Salamander, snake, and rush, and reed,--All destroy,--each monster and each weed.
And appears as though full sore afraid.
As when at morn the wand'rer's eye
OH world, with what baseness and guilt thou art rife!
Overflow of bliss!
For a God hathUnto each prescribedHis destined path,Which the happy oneRuns o'er swiftlyTo his glad goal:He whose heart cruelFate hath contracted,Struggles but vainlyAgainst all the barriersThe brazen thread raises,But which the harsh shearsMust one day sever.
For the dainties so profusely spread;Meat and drink forgets the wearied youth,