By A Certain Fate, Great Acts, And

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

At His Birth A Star, Unseen Before In Heaven, Proclaims Him Come.

The Sun To Me Is Dark And Silent As The Moon, When She Deserts The Night Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.

As Children Gath'ring Pebbles On The Shore. Or If I Would Delight My Private Hours With Music Or With Poem, Where So Soon As In Our Native Language Can I Find That Solace?