Quartett

Time, in his mantle’s sunniest fold, Uplifted in his arms the child; And, while the fearless Infant smiled, Her happier destiny foretold:-- “Infancy, by Wisdom mild, Trained to health and artless beauty; Youth, by Pleasure unbeguiled From the lore of lofty duty; Womanhood in pure renown, Seated on her lineal throne: Leaves of myrtle in her Crown, Fresh with lustre all their own. Love, the treasure worth possessing More than all the world beside, This shall be her choicest blessing, Oft to royal hearts denied.”

RECIT. (accompanied).--BASS

That eve, the Star of Brunswick shone With stedfast ray benign On Gotha’s ducal roof, and on The softly flowing Leine; Nor failed to gild the spires of Bonn, And glittered on the Rhine.-- Old Camus too on that prophetic night Was conscious of the ray; And his willows whispered in its light, Not to the Zephyr’s sway, But with a Delphic life, in sight Of this auspicious day: