[Questionings.]

IV. 98.

Useless gift, accidental gift, Life, why given art thou me? Or, why by fate mysterious To torture art thou doomed?

Who with hostile power me Out has called from the nought? Who my soul with passion thrilled, Who my spirit with doubt has filled?...

Goal before me there is none, My heart is hollow, vain my mind And with sadness wearies me Noisy life's monotony.

1828.