Strew roses on the way,
And think no more of grief,
Short is the passing day,
Short-lived the summer leaf;
Short is our mortal span

Light is love without esteem.
Lighter than a feather,
But ours has borne
Contempt and scorn,
And sorrow’s wintry weather!

‘Where is the place of their first
’Where, oh where, is that green ba
‘Under whose cover
’The maid and her lover
‘Plighted their troth and their co

‘Where shall I hide myself?-
Lost and undone!-
A beggar—an outcast—
Insulting the Sun!
Oh! Yesterday vanished!

Come, maidens come, to our merry d
Youth and Beauty come together;
Let young hearts meet
In converse sweet,
At twilight’s time, in the summer

When your rights are destroyed, an
When your kings and your princes t
O! shall it be said that no vengea
The land of the Oder, the Elbe, a
O! shall it be said that the Germ

Wind of the winter night, whence c
And whither, oh whither, art wande
Sad, sad is thy voice on this deso
And mournful, oh mournful, thy how
Say where hast thou been on thy cl

He carved his name upon the tree,
Ere he hied him o’er the billow,
A token of love and memory
On that lone drooping willow;
And bade me come at twilight dim,

The merry Spring, the bright, bri
What joys she shakes from her flow
When the young bird sings from its
How happy it sleeps on its loved o
How sweet to roam at beauty’s side

I saw a stain on the last year’s s
Brothers! a stain of blood!
But the cold hath past, and the wa
And the trees are in the bud.
The snow hath melted from dale and