POEMS OF GOETHE
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He and he only
The good can reward,
The bad can he punish,
Can heal and can save;
All that wanders and strays
Can usefully blend.
And we pay homage
To the immortals
As though they were men,
And did in the great,
What the best, in the small,
Does or might do.
Be the man that is noble,
Both helpful and good,
Unwearily forming
The right and the useful,
A type of those beings
Our mind hath foreshadowed.
THE GERMAN PARNASSUS.
'Neath the shadow
Of these bushes
On the meadow
Where the cooling water gushes,
Phœbus gave me, when a boy,
All life's fulness to enjoy.
So, in silence, as the God
Bade them with his sovereign nod,
Sacred Muses trained my days
To his praise,—
With the bright and silvery flood
Of Parnassus stirred my blood,
