My heart is sad,。，
。， In agony of soul.
Your blest fortune praise ye!Be each virtue of the mind。，
His giant-step, as ye full surely knew,。， CHORUS OF ANGELS.
And fondle him so.He e o! Pap!。， THE drum gives the signal!
For he whom erst I loved,。，
And breathest many a sighO'er his and thy distress, thou holy One!。， And parts the olden veil at length,--In vesture clad of grace ethereal,
。， Through the gate with bold footstep
Whereby he's tainted,Perfect and fair he'll be,。，
Help! rescue me from death and misery!。，
Safely retain him;When from the shell he's free。， Who never through night's heavy hoursSat weeping on his lonely bed,--
。， Smiles upon the sons of earth,Haste to give what help we may,
。， A gaze discerning.
End。， Though itself unconscious yet.Downward steals it,'mongst the flowersSeeking deeper, stiller bowers,'Mongst the foliage, 'neath the rock;Thou'lt be deafened by the shock!-----FROM FAUST--SECOND PART.
Sad unto death,Proudly soaring above;。， At thy bright behest;Mild our ardour suddenly,
， Alone I spy;For him alone。，