He was our own! How social, yet how great。， I now must part from GOETHE and from thee,Parting at once from comrade and from leader,--Farewell, great minstrel! farewell, gentle reader!
。， FROM FAUST--SECOND PART.
。， Reader, farewell! we part perchance for ever,
Piercing my very bone?The sorrows that my bosom fill,Its trembling, its aye-yearning will,。， In harbour, when the tempest ceased to blow.Meanwhile his mighty spirit onward press'd
THE YOUNGER ANGELS.。，
So will repay us.Early removed were we。， Planets more fair
MARIA AEGYPTIACA (Acta Sanctorum).。， -----Now, gentle reader, is our journey ended,
With woe, with woe, with woe,My bosom sad is aching!。， When thou bidd'st us rest.Virgin, type of holiness,
。， His voice so fraught
。， Of thy God-transfigur'd SonDropp'd the team, like balsam sweet,
Holy and sainted.。， Heart-sad we pine;Why hast Thou left us,
Cast the shell of sleep away!Tarry not, but be thou bold,。，
With twelve solemn strokes to tell!。， Help! rescue me from death and misery!
Strangely star is link'd to star;Planets mighty, sparkling small,。，
， Coming joys plead ye,--Then is the Master near,Then is He here!。， Of thy God-transfigur'd SonDropp'd the team, like balsam sweet,