PUNCH.

Four elements, joined in

An emulous strife,

Fashion the world, and

Constitute life.

From the sharp citron

The starry juice pour;

Acid to life is

The innermost core.

Now, let the sugar

The bitter one meet;

Still be life's bitter

Tamed down with the sweet!

Let the bright water

Flow into the bowl;

Water, the calm one,

Embraces the whole.

Drops from the spirit

Pour quick'ning within,

Life but its life from

The spirit can win.

Haste, while it gloweth,

Your vessels to bring;

The wave has but virtue

Drunk hot from the spring.

TRANSLATED FROM SCHILLER.

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