Joy is the mainspring in the whole Of endless Nature's calm rotation; In the great Timepiece of Creation; Ne'er to thy glass, dim Wisdom, given! Chorus Joyous as suns careering gay Chorus Along their paths on high, March, brothers, march your dauntless way, Joy from Truth's pure and lambent fires, Smiles out upon the ardent seeker; Joy leads to virtue man's desires, And cheers as Suffering's step grows weaker. High from the sunny slopes of Faith, The gales her waving banners buoy; And through the shattered vaults of Death, Men like the Gods themselves may be, Go soothe the pangs of Misery, Go share the gladness with delight. Revenge and hatred both forgot, Have naught but pardon for thy foe; Chorus Let all the world be peace and love, Cancel thy debt-book with thy brother; For God shall judge of us above, As we shall judge each other! Joy sparkles to us from the bowl: Up, brothers! Lo, we crown the cup! Chorus Praised by the ever-whirling ring Firm mind to bear what fate bestows; Manhood, the thrones of Kings to girth, Perdition to the brood of lies! Chorus-Draw closer in the holy ring; Swear by the wine-cup's golden river, Bulwer's Translation. THE GODS OF GREECE E IN the age gone by, YR Who ruled the world. a world how lovely then! In the light leading-strings of careless joy! How different, oh how different, in the day When thy sweet fanes with many a wreath were bright, O Venus Amathusia! Then, through a veil of dreams Woven by song, truth's youthful beauty glowed, To lift and link her to the breast of love; The track of gods above! Where lifeless- fixed afar A flaming ball to our dull sense is given, In yonder tree the Dryad held her home; Yon bay chaste Daphne wreathed; Yon stone was mournful Niobe's mute cell; Low through yon sedges pastoral Syrinx breathed, Shed for Proserpina to Hades borne; Heard Cytherea mourn! Heaven's shapes were charmed unto The mortal race of old Deucalion: Pyrrha's fair daughter humanly to woo, Not to that culture gay, Stern self-denial or sharp penance wan! Well might each heart be happy in that day, The beautiful alone the holy there! No pleasure shamed the gods of that young race; A palace every shrine; Your very sports heroic;-yours the crown Sweet leaves round odorous hair! XXII-807 The lively Thyrsus-swinger, And the wild car the exulting panthers bore, Announced the presence of the rapture-bringer; Bounded the satyr and blithe faun before; And Mænads, as the frenzy stung the soul, Hymned in their madding dance the glorious wine, As ever beckoned to the lusty bowl The ruddy host divine! Before the bed of death No ghastly spectre stood; but from the porch In the Elysian grove The shades renewed the pleasures life held dear: His arrows Pœas's son. More glorious then the meeds That in their strife with labor nerved the brave, Bowed down the silent and immortal host; Art thou, fair world, no more? Return, thou virgin bloom on nature's face; - Cold from the north has gone Over the flowers the blast that killed their May; A universe of gods must pass away! Deaf to the joys she gives, Blind to the pomp of which she is possessed, Like the dead timepiece, godless nature creeps To-morrow to receive New life, she digs her proper grave to-day; And icy moons with weary sameness weave From their own light their fullness and decay. Home to the poets' land the gods are flown; Light use in them that later world discerns, Which, the diviner leading-strings outgrown, On its own axle turns. Home! and with them are gone The hues they gazed on and the tones they heard; To mortal life must perish! Bulwer's Translation. |