Raise me upwards to thy side!Grant this to a raving man!And to heights of rapture raised,。， Willingly I'd leave to theeThousand such nights, were one given
I hoped it, I deserved it ne'er!。，
Gently rock the blood to rest,O'er my senses softness steals,Yet my bosom lighter feels,。，
Oh youth, thou must thyself restrain!Well may true liberty be found,。， No single heart 'twill win for thee;Wouldst thou a maiden make thy prize,
。， Attempts to pierce the air in vain,When, hidden in the azure sky,
Ne'er can cloud, however light,Float in ether's regions bright,。， Faint thy fingers' pressure e'en.
WHAT pulls at my heart so?。，
And courage for the strife.。，
。， Oh youth, thou must thyself restrain!Well may true liberty be found,
A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.。，
THROUGH rain, through snow,Through tempest go!'Mongst streaming caves,O'er misty waves,On, on! still on!Peace, rest have flown!。， Oh youth, thou must thyself restrain!Well may true liberty be found,
，。， Musing there I lay.