The Poems of Goethe, Translated in the Original Metres · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
1803.* ----- TABLE SONG.
Whom 'tis I now call so, Let her smiling nod to me: "Here's my love's health also!" To those friends,--the two or three,-- Be our next toast given, In whose presence revel we, In the silent even,-- Who the gloomy mist so cold Scatter gently, lightly; To those friends, then, new or old, Let the toast ring brightly. Broader now the stream rolls on, With its waves more swelling, While in higher, nobler tone, Comrades, we are dwelling,-- We who with collected might, Bravely cling together, Both in fortune's sunshine bright, And in stormy weather. Just as we are gather'd thus, Others are collected; On them, therefore, as on us, Be Fate's smile directed! From the springhead to the sea, Many a mill's revolving, And the world's prosperity Is the task I'm solving.
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