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SCENE III. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 2 (Faust 1 & 2, Egmont, Natural Daughter, Sorrows of Young Werther) 
Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 2.
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Welcome a thousand times, friend of my heart,
Who showest a mother’s fondness for me, welcome!
With joy, dear child, I press thee to my bosom,
And share the rapture which thy buoyant life
So richly yields thee. How thy dear eyes sparkle!
O’er cheek and brow what lovely color mantles.
What joyous fortune swells thy youthful breast?
A great misfortune has befallen me:
The horse fell headlong from the crag with me.
Be calm! thou seest me again
Unharm’d and fortunate, though great the fall!
How was it? Tell me!
Thou shalt hear how fortune
Resulted splendidly from my disaster.
Alas! from fortune often pain develops.
Let words of evil import not be spoken,
And fright me not with evil thoughts of sorrow!
Ah, would that thou could’st trust me absolutely!
Above all others thee! Yet leave me now,
Beloved, to myself! I wish, alone,
To wont myself to feelings new and strange.
Thou knowest what delight my father takes
Whene’er a little poem comes to greet him
Not look’d for, as the favor of the Muses
Grants power to give expression to my thoughts.
So leave me! Even now the inspiration
Is on me; I must seize it ere it fail me.
When shall we hold again the precious hours
Of sweet discourse and gentle confidences?
When shall we once again like happy maidens,
Who tireless show each other their adornments,
Unlock the secret chambers of our hearts,
Comparing all our changeable possessions?
Those pleasant moments will return again
Whose peaceful joys one gladly recollects,
Sharing with confidence our confidences.
Yet leave me in full loneliness to-day
To find the need of trustful days like those.