(28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832 / Frankfurt am Main)

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A Parable

I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately,
And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
When, heated by my hand, I found
The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.
I plac'd them in a well-cool'd glass,
And what a wonder came to pass
The heads soon raised themselves once more.
The stalks were blooming as before,
And all were in as good a case
As when they left their native place.




So felt I, when I wond'ring heard
My song to foreign tongues transferr'd.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004


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  • john tiong chunghoo (7/23/2006 9:01:00 AM)

    lovely wolfgang. nosegay, so beautiful as your verses. write us more.

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