Fair Bell to our city bode joy and increase,
And oh, may thy first sound be hallow'd to--PEACE![44]

[43] The translation adheres to the original, in forsaking the
rhyme in these lines and some others.

[44] Written in the time of French war.

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VOTIVE TABLETS.

What the God taught me--what, through life, my friend
And aid hath been,
With pious hand, and grateful, I suspend
The temple walls within.

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THE GOOD AND THE BEAUTIFUL.

Foster the Good, and thou shalt tend the Flower
Already sown on earth;--
Foster the Beautiful, and every hour
Thou call'st new flowers to birth!

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