The Poems of Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe [e novels for free .txt] 📗

me already If the right hour arrives not, or if the right maiden appears not Instantly when they are sought for, man's choice is thrown in confusion, And he is driven by fear to seize what is counterfeit only. If I may tell you, my son, your choice already is taken, For your heart is smitten, and sensitive more than is usual. Answer me plainly, then, for my spirit already has told me: She whom now you have chosen is that poor emigrant maiden!"

"Yes, dear mother, you're right!" the son with vivacity answer'd Yes, it is she! And unless this very day I conduct her Home as my bride, she will go on her way and escape me for ever, In the confusion of war, and in moving backwards and forwards. Mother, then before my eyes will in vain he unfolded All our rich estate, and each year henceforward be fruitful. Yes, the familiar house and the garden will be my aversion. Ah, and the love of my mother no comfort will give to my sorrow, For I feel that by Love each former bond must be loosen'd, When her own bonds she knits; 'tis not the maiden alone who Leaves her father and mother behind, when she follows her husband. So it is with the youth; no more he knows mother and father. When he beholds the maiden, the only beloved one, approaching. Therefore let me go hence, to where desperation may lead me, For my father already has spoken in words of decision, And his house no longer is mine, if he shuts out the maiden Whom alone I would fain take home as my bride from henceforward."

Then the excellent sensible mother answer'd with quickness "Men are precisely like rocks when they stand opposed to each other! Proud and unyielding, the one will never draw near to the other. Neither will suffer his tongue to utter the first friendly accent. Therefore I tell you, my son, a hope still exists in my bosom, If she is worthy and good, he will give his consent to your marriage, Poor though she be, and although with disdain he refused you the poor thing. For in his hot-beaded fashion he utters many expressions Which he never intends; and so will accept the Refused One. But he requires kind words, and has a right to require them, For your father he is; his anger is all after dinner, When he more eagerly speaks, and questions the reasons of others, Meaning but little thereby; the wine then excites all the vigour Of his impetuous will, and prevents him from giving due weight to Other people's opinions; he hears and he feels his own only. But when evening arrives, the tone of the many discourses Which his friends and himself hold together, is very much alter'd. Milder becomes he, as soon as his liquor's effects have passed over And he feels the injustice his eagerness did unto others. Come, we will venture at once! Success the reward is of boldness, And we have need of the friends who now have assembled around him.-- Most of all we shall want the help of our excellent pastor." Thus she eagerly spoke, and leaving the stone that she sat on, Also lifted her son from his seat. He willingly follow'd, And they descended in silence, revolving the weighty proposal.

V. POLYHYMNIA.

THE COSMOPOLITE.

BUT the Three, as before, were still sitting and talking together, With the landlord, the worthy divine, and also the druggist, And the conversation still concern'd the same subject, Which in every form they had long been discussing together. Full of noble thoughts, the excellent pastor continued "I can't contradict you. I know 'tis the duty of mortals Ever to strive for improvement; and, as we may see, they strive also Ever for that which is higher, at least what is new they seek after, But don't hurry too fast! For combined with these feelings, kind Nature Also has given us pleasure in dwelling on that which is ancient, And in clinging to that to which we have long been accustom'd. Each situation is good that's accordant to nature and reason. Many things man desires, and yet he has need of but little; For but short are the days, and confined is the lot of a mortal. I can never blame the man who, active and restless, Hurries along, and explores each corner of earth and the ocean Boldly and carefully, while he rejoices at seeing the profits Which round him and his family gather themselves in abundance. But I also duly esteem the peaceable burgher, Who with silent steps his paternal inheritance paces, And watches over the earth, the seasons carefully noting. 'Tis not every year that he finds his property alter'd; Newly-planted trees cannot stretch out their arms tow'rds the heavens All in a moment, adorn'd with beautiful buds in abundance. No, a man has need of patience, he also has need of Pure unruffled tranquil thoughts and an intellect honest; For to the nourishing earth few seeds at a time he entrusteth, Few are the creatures he keeps at a time, with a view to their breeding, For what is Useful alone remains the first thought of his lifetime. Happy the man to whom Nature a mind thus attuned may have given! 'Tis by him that we all are fed. And happy the townsman Of the small town who unites the vocations of town and of country. He is exempt from the pressure by which the poor farmer is worried, Is not perplex'd by the citizens' cares and soaring ambition, Who, with limited means,--especially women and maidens,-- Think of nothing but aping the ways of the great and the wealthy, You should therefore bless your son's disposition so peaceful, And the like-minded wife whom we soon may expect him to marry.

Thus he spoke. At that moment the mother and son stood before them. By the hand she led him and placed him in front of her husband "Father," she said, "how often have we, when talking together, Thought of that joyful day in the future, when Hermann, selecting After long waiting his bride at length would make us both happy! All kinds of projects we form'd. designing first one, then another Girl as his wife, as we talk'd in the manner that parents delight in. Now the day has arrived; and now has his bride been conducted Hither and shown him by Heaven; his heart at length has decided. Were we not always saying that he should choose for himself, and Were you not lately wishing that he might feel for a maiden Warm and heart-felt emotions? And now has arrived the right moment! Yes, he has felt and has chosen, and like a man has decided. That fair maiden it is, the Stranger whom he encounter'd. Give her him; else he'll remain--he has sworn it--unmarried for ever."

And the son added himself:--"My father, O give her! My heart has Chosen purely and truly: she'll make you an excellent daughter."

But the father was silent. Then suddenly rose the good pastor, And address'd him as follows:--" One single moment's decisive Both of the life of a man, and of the whole of his Future. After lengthen'd reflection, each resolution made by him Is but the work of a moment; the prudent alone seize the right one. Nothing more dangerous is, in making a choice, than revolving First this point and then that, and so confusing the feelings. Pure is Hermann's mind; from his youth I have known him; he never, Even in boyhood, was wont to extend his hand hither and thither. What he desired, was suitable to him; he held to it firmly. Be not astonish'd and scared, because there appears on a sudden What you so long have desired. 'Tis true the appearance at present Bears not the shape of the wish, as you in your mind had conceived it. For our wishes conceal the thing that we wish for; our gifts too Come from above upon us, each clad in its own proper figure. Do not now mistake the maiden who has succeeded First in touching the heart of your good wise son, whom you love so. Happy is he who is able to clasp the hand of his first love, And whose dearest wish is not doom'd to pine in his bosom! Yes, I can see by his face, already his fate is decided; True affection converts the youth to a man in a moment. He little changeable is; I fear me, if this you deny him, All the fairest years of his life will be changed into sorrow."

Then in prudent fashion the druggist, who long had been wanting His opinion to give, rejoin'd in the following manner "This is Just a case when the middle course is the wisest! 'Hasten slowly,' you know, was the motto of Caesar Augustus. I am always ready to be of use to my neighbours, And to turn to their profit what little wits I can boast of. Youth especially needs the guidance of those who are older. Let me then depart; I fain would prove her, that maiden, And will examine the people 'mongst whom she lives, and who know her. I am not soon deceived; I know how to rate their opinions."

Then forthwith replied the son, with eagerness speaking:-- "Do so, neighbour, and go, make your inquiries. However, I should greatly prefer that our friend, the pastor, went with you; Two such excellent men are witnesses none can find fault with. O, my father! the maiden no vagabond is, I assure you, No mere adventurer, wand'ring about all over the country, And deceiving the inexperienced youths with her cunning; No! the harsh destiny link'd with this war, so destructive of all things, Which is destroying the world, and already has wholly uprooted Many a time-honour'd fabric, has driven the poor thing to exile. Are not brave men of noble birth now wand'ring in mis'ry? Princes are fleeing disguised, and monarchs in banishment living. Ah, and she also herself, the best of her sisters, is driven Out of her native land; but her own misfortunes forgetting, Others she seeks to console, and, though helpless, is also most helpful. Great are the woes and distress which over the earth's face are brooding, But may happiness not be evoked from out of this sorrow? May not I, in the arms of my bride, the wife I have chosen, Even rejoice at the war, as you at the great conflagration?"

Then replied the father, and open'd his mouth with importance:-- "Strangely indeed, my son, has your tongue been suddenly loosen'd, Which for years has stuck in your mouth, and moved there but rarely I to-day must experience that which threatens each father: How the ardent will of a son a too-gentle mother Willingly favours, whilst each neighbour is ready to back him, Only provided it be at the cost of a father or husband! But what use would it be to resist so many together? For I see that defiance and tears will otherwise greet me. Go and prove her, and in God's name then hasten to bring her Home as my daughter; if not, he must think no more of the maiden."

Thus spake the father. The son exclaim'd with jubilant gesture "Ere the ev'ning arrives, you shall have the dearest of daughters, Such as the man desires whose bosom is govern'd by prudence And I venture to think the good creature is fortunate also. Yes, she will ever be grateful that I her father and mother Have restored her in you, as sensible children would wish it. But I will loiter no longer; I'll straightway harness the horses, And conduct our friends on the traces of her whom I love so, Leave the men to themselves and their own intuitive wisdom, And be guided alone