The e’thly pleasures we do vind
Be soon a-met, an’ left behind;
But God, beholdèn vrom above
Our lowly road, wi’ yearnèn love,
Do keep bezide us, stage by stage,
Vrom be’th to youth, vrom youth to age.
THE RAILROAD.
An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn,
A-ridèn on athirt the plaïn,
A-cleärèn swifter than a hound,
On twin-laid rails, the zwimmèn ground;
I cast my eyes ’ithin a park,
Upon a woak wi’ grey-white bark,
An’ while I kept his head my mark,
The rest did wheel around en.
An’ when in life our love do cling
The clwosest round zome single thing,
We then do vind that all the rest
Do wheel roun’ that, vor vu’st an’ best;
Zoo while our life do last, mid nought
But what is good an’ feäir be sought,
In word or deed, or heart or thought,
An’ all the rest wheel round it.
SEATS.
When starbright maïdens be to zit
In silken frocks, that they do wear,
The room mid have, as ’tis but fit,
A han’some seat vor vo’k so feäir;
But we, in zun-dried vield an’ wood,
Ha’ seats as good’s a goolden chair.
