Goes to wanderBy the beeches, 'neath the limes,。，
Heav'n-descended, once again!Heart, dear heart! ay, warmly beat!。， ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
Yonder seeking, finding yonderThat which in the morning-groveShe had lost through roguish Love,All her breast's first aspirations,And her heart's calm meditations,To the shady wood so fair。，
Shall my secret--be known.--。，
。， Where these old beeches hide me from man's view:Love seeks in solitude a home,
Then new-horn blossoms rose,With gentle zephyrs blended。，
Lean thyself ne'er on a maiden'sSorrow-engendering breast.Ne'er on the arm,Misery-fraught, of a friend.。，
O'er the dust-sprinkled course.。， Wilder yet the sounds are growing,And the archfiend roars on high;From the groundHellish vapours rise around.
。， Fain I'd think myself deluded
。， Man, and man onlyCan do the impossible;He 'tis distinguisheth,Chooseth and judgeth;He to the momentEndurance can lend.
。， Be the man that is noble,Both helpful and good.Unweariedly formingThe right and the useful,A type of those beingsOur mind hath foreshadow'd!
With graces so rife,。，
。， The prayers of the pious.
。， As thy child acknowledge me;Or let one be born in-stead,
， Ye Muses, hover round me!Ye Graces also!That is water, that is earth,And the son of water and of earthOver which I wander,Like the gods.。，