Late resounds the early strain;
Weal and woe in song remain.
SOUND, SWEET SONG.
SOUND, sweet song, from some far land,
Sighing softly close at hand,
Now of joy, and now of woe!
Stars are wont to glimmer so.
Sooner thus will good unfold;
Children young and children old
Gladly hear thy numbers flow.
* In the cases in which the date is marked thus
(*), it signifies the original date of publication--the year of
composition not being known. In other cases, the date given is that
of the actual composition. All the poems are arranged in the order
of the recognised German editions.