So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye,

My Native Land, Good Night!

Still From The Fount Of Joy's Delicious Springs Some Bitter O'er The Flowers Its Bubbling Venom Flings.

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

And If I Laugh At Any Mortal Thing, 'tis That I May Not Weep.