Song from Count Filippo

WHO is lord of lordly fate,--

Lady of her lot's estate?

He who rules himself is he,

She who tempts not fate is she.

Who in peril stands of pain?

Who is sure to suffer stain?

He who climbs a thorny tree,

Gathers juicy berries she.

Charles Heavysege

`The stars are glittering in the frosty sky'

THE stars are glittering in the frosty sky,

Frequent as pebbles on a broad sea-coast;

And o'er the vault the cloud-like galaxy

Has marshalled its innumerable host.

Alive all heaven seems! with wondrous glow

Tenfold refulgent every star appears,

As if some wide celestial gale did blow,

And thrice illume the ever-kindled spheres.

Orbs, with glad orbs rejoicing, burning, beam,

Ray-crowned, with lambent lustre in their zones,

Till o'er the blue, bespangled spaces seem

Angels and great archangels on their thrones;

A host divine, whose eyes are sparkling gems,

And forms more bright than diamond diadems.

Charles Heavysege