  FROM THE GERMAN OF BÜRGER.—BY J. J. CAMPBELL. I. With song and lyre let sleep now fly; To song and lyre take bounden heed! The wakeful minstrel, that am I, Fair sweetheart! ever true at need. O, open thou the clear sunshine Of those blue laughing eyes of thine! II. Through night and gloom I hither tramp, At hour when spirits are in view; Long since, there glimmers not a lamp The hush'd-up cottage-window through: Long since has rested, sweet and blest, What love and fond desire let rest. III. On his wife's bosom cradled keeps His weary head, the husband dear; While to his favorite hen close creeps, Upon the roost, good chanticleer; And sparrow on the eaves is eyed, Couching with true-love by his side. IV. V. How would I then so heartily, So dear, so very dear, thee hold! How would I, oh! how would then we Each other in our arms enfold! Yet patience! time, too, slippeth on— Be thou but true, my darling one! VI. And now, dear soul! good-night once more; God keep thee with his shelt'ring might! What God keeps, that is well watch'd o'er, And kept from danger and affright. Adieu!—now close the sunny shine Of those blue laughing eyes of thine! |
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