Ye Are Brothers! Ye Are Men! And

Love's A Fire That Needs Renewal Of Fresh Beauty For Its Fuel.

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without A Tear.