ice--that
full assurance of rewards beyond the grave--that exulting and seraphic
cheerfulness which associates joy with the Creator--and that animated
affection for the Brotherhood of Mankind, which Christianity--and
Christianity alone, in its pure, orthodox, gospel form, needing no aid
from schoolman or philosopher--taught and teaches. Would, for objects
higher than the praise which the ingenuity of labour desires and strives
for--would that some faint traces of the splendour which invests the
original, could attend the passage of thoughts so noble and so tender,
from the verse of a poet to the rhyme of a translator!

HYMN TO JOY.

Spark from the fire that Gods have fed--
JOY--thou Elysian Child divine,
Fire-drunk, our airy footsteps tread,
O Holy One! thy holy shrine.
The heart that Custom from the other
Divides, thy charms again unite,
And man in man but hails a brother,
Wherever rest thy wings of light.

_Chorus_--Embrace ye millions--let this kiss,
Brothers, embrace the earth below!
You starry worlds that shine on this,
One common Father know!

He who this lot from fate can grasp--
Of one true friend the friend to be,--
He who one faithful maid can clasp,
Shall hold with us his jubilee;
Yes, each who but one single heart
In all the earth can claim his own!--
Let him who cannot, stand apart,
And weep beyond the pale, alone!

_Chorus_--Homage to holy Sympathy,
Ye dwellers in our mighty ring;
Up to yon Star-pavilions--she
Leads to the Unknown King!

All being drinks the mother-dew
Of joy from Nature's holy bosom;
And Vice and Worth her steps pursue--
We trace them by the blossom.
Hers Love's sweet kiss--the grape's rich treasure,
That cheers Life on to Death's abode;
Joy in each link--the worm has pleasure,
The Cherub has the smile of God!

_Chorus_--Why bow ye down--why down--ye millions?
O World, thy Maker's throne to see,
Look upward-search the Star-pavilions:
_There_ must His mansion be!

Joy is the mainspring in the whole
Of endless Nature's calm rotation;
Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll
In the great Timepiece of Creation;
Joy breathes on buds, an