Be spoken.

You have two eyes--and but one mouth:
That is an indication--
Much must you see, but little serves
Relation.

You have two hands--and but one mouth:
Receive the hint you meet with--
For labour two, but only one
To eat with.



FROM THE GERMAN


_SONG OF THE LONELY_.

Son, first-born, at home abiding!
All without is cold and bare:
Hide me from the tempest's chiding
Warm beside the Father's chair.

I am homesick, Lord of splendour!
Twilight fills my soul with fright:
Let thy countenance befriend her,
Shining from the halls of light.

I am homesick, loving Father!