Up the rocky pathway mount;Go thou first! Across the thicketLeads the pathway tow'rd the cottageThat I live in,To the fountainWhence I drink.
He who found thee one fair morn in Spring
It was a voice to charm each sense:"Beware, for deep is yonder tide!"
Pervading ev'ry limb unceasingly;Thy heav'nly pinions thou didst then employ
I clasp her form divine,So quick we whirl, so quick advance,
Beloved and honour'd too.
ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
Fav'rest the foe in fight.As from the smoke is freed the blaze,