M USEDDES

Be mine for dress, the piercing thorn! be mine for couch, the hard, hard stone!
Be mine for home, grief's cot! be mine for bread, woe's tears! for work, pain's moan!
Be all, my bleeding frame with wounds of cruel foeman's hatred sown!
Be these rejoiced in heart and gay who make my grieving soul to groan!
Be all those glad by whom my aching heart is tortured and o'erthrown!
By those blest with their wish who say of me:
" Be all his hopes cast prone! "

Unfaithfulness is aye the rule which guides the Sphere that loves to pain,
The inborn nature of the skies is but to manifest disdain;
Within the breasts of those who pleasure seek there lurks some yearning vain;
O heart, blest is the practice of the thought enshrined in this refrain:
Be all those glad by whom my aching heart is tortured and o'erthrown!
Be those blest with their wish who say of me:
" Be all his hopes cast prone! "

When time is past, rejoiced shall swell the hearts of all my comrades dear;
And through their cruelty — my choice — my foes shall mourn in sorrow drear.
Let all those learn this verse of me who hap to come my pathway near,
And let them from the tongues of that green sward which decks my grave this hear:
Be all those glad by whom my aching heart is tortured and o'erthrown!
Be those blest with their wish who say of me:
" Be all his hopes cast prone! "

Within this hostel of the world my portion is the tray of dole;
My eye, the birthplace of the flame, refuseth health's most pleasant stole;
Fatigue, the rest of my sad heart; anguish, the present to my soul;
Ne'er through Eternity to gain my longing is my longing's goal.
Be all those glad by whom my aching heart is tortured and o'erthrown!
Be those blest with their wish who say of me:
" Be all his hopes cast prone! "

O N a 'il i , is't possible to change or alter Fate's decree?
Annulled can ever be the edict writ by pen of Destiny?
My heart is gladdened with this thought, that ne'er an hour's delay can be
In whetting keen and sharp that axe of pain which rust can never see.
Be all those glad by whom my aching heart is tortured and o'erthrown!
Be those blest with their wish who say of me:
" Be all his hopes cast prone! "