THE BRETHREN.
SLUMBER and Sleep, two brethren ordain'd by the gods to
their service,
Were by Prometheus implored, comfort to give to his race;
But though so light to the gods, too heavy for man was their
burden,
We in their slumber find sleep, we in their sleep meet
with death.

1789.^*

EROS, what mean'st thou by this? In each of thine hands
is an hourglass!
What, oh thou frivolous god! twofold thy measure of
time?
"Slowly run from the one, the hours of lovers when parted;
While through the other they rush swiftly, as soon as
they meet."

1789.^*

WARNING.
WAKEN not Amor from sleep! The beauteous urchin still
slumbers;
Go, and complete thou the task, that to the day is
assign'd! [profit,
Thus doth the prudent mother with care turn time to her
While her babe is asleep, for 'twill awake but too soon.

1785.^*

SOLITUDE.
OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the
thickets,
Grant unto each whatsoe'er he may in silence desire!
Comfort impart to the mourner, and give to the doubter
instruction,
And let the lover rejoice, finding the bliss that he craves.
For from the gods ye received what they ever denied unto
mortals,
Power to comfort and aid all who in you may confide.

1782

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