The cricket on his hearth; the buzzing fly, O thou all-eloquent, whose mighty mind "Look up, and faint not-faint not, but rejoice!" Trees he has climbed so oft, he sits and sees Strong in their strength, rejoicing in their joy! The cricket on his hearth; the buzzing fly, And, in an iron cage condemned to dwell, heios e tabel so of he sits and see en playing round his knees: happiest, youngest, when the quoit is flung, side by side the archers' bows are strung; › prescribe the place, adjudge the prize, ying no more the young their energies han they an old man when his words are wise; His a delight how pure-without alloy; Strong in their strength, rejoicing in their joy! |