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POEMS OF GOETHE
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So I gently approached, and she let me stand there,
While I helped myself, thinking: Bibamus!
And when she's appeared, and will clasp you and kiss,
Or when those embraces and kisses ye miss,
Take refuge, till found is some worthier bliss,
In the comforting Ergo bibamus!

I am called by my fate far away from each friend;
Ye loved ones, then: Ergo bibamus!
With wallet light-laden from hence I must wend,
So double our Ergo bibamus!
Whate'er to his treasure the niggard may add,
Yet regard for the joyous will ever be had,
For gladness lends ever its charms to the glad,
So, brethren, sing: Ergo bibamus!

And what shall we say of to-day as it flies?
I thought but of: Ergo bibamus!
'Tis one of those truly that seldom arise,
So again and again sing: Bibamus!
For joy through a wide-open portal it guides,
Bright glitter the clouds as the curtain divides,
And a form, a divine one, to greet us in glides,
While we thunder our: Ergo bibamus.


THE MINSTREL.

[This fine poem is introduced in the second book of "Wilhelm Meister."]

"What tuneful strains salute mine ear
Without the castle walls?
Oh, let the song reëcho here,

Within our festal halls!"