Do ye hearken to the bell,Wont of safety and of rest。，
。， Borne by weakness' stream along,
Holy and sainted.。，
Reader, and why?--Bethink thee of the sun,How, when he sets, he waiteth for the morrow,。，
Greets my glad eyes.。，
Help! rescue me from death and misery!。，
His noble form,His mouth's sweet smile,。，
。， Ye let poor mortals go astray,And then abandon them to pain,--
Yes! leave me to my grief!Were solitude's relief。， FROM "WILHELM MEISTER'S APPRENTICESHIP."
SING no more in mournful tones。，
。， V.MARGARET AT HER SPINNING-WHEEL.
He knows you not, ye heavenly powers!。， Love to show, heed ye,--
。， Whereby he's tainted,Perfect and fair he'll be,
， Breathes into the flower new birth,When the green and happy plain。，