

Translated from the German Of Herder, for


The Northern Star
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The Northern Star.


Tell me, ye daughters of the rough gloo-
my earth, who gave you your beautiful
form? for truly, ye are made by delicate
fingers. What little spirits spring up out
of your chalices and what JOY do ye feel
when the little goddesses rock upon your
leaves! Tell me, happy flowers, how do
they divide among themselves their friend.
ly occupation, when they spin so variously?
so variously adorn and embroider their fine
web? But ye are sienS beloved children,
and enjoyyour being. WELL. the instruc-.
1--we fable shall relate to me what your
mouth refuses.


While yet the earth was but naked
rock, behold friendly choir of nymphs,
brought upon it virgin soil and obliging.
Genii were at hand to clothe the barren
rock with flowers. In various ways they
shared the labor among themselves. a


Presently, while yet the grass was short
and cold, and even covered with snow,
modest Humility began and wove the re-
firing violet. Hope followed after her.
and filled with cooling fragrance the little
cups Of the refreshing hyacinth. Now
came, since these succeeded so well, a
proud splendid company Of various CO..
lored beauties. The tulip raised her head
the narcissns looked around with her Ian,
gushing. eyes. Many other goddesses and
nymphs busted themselves in various ways,