IMPROMPTU, Written among the ruins of the Sonnenberg.

Thou who within thyself dost not behold Ruins as great as these, though not as old, Can’st scarce through life have travelled many a year, Or lack’st the spirit of a pilgrim here. Youth hath its walls of strength, its towers of pride; Love, its warm hearth-stones; Hope, its prospects wide; Life’s fortress in thee, held these one, and all, And they have fallen to ruin, or shall fall.