Reference > Anthologies > Warner, et al., eds. > The Library > Verse
  PREVIOUSNEXT  

CONTENTS · GENERAL INDEX · QUICK INDEX · SONGS & LYRICS · BIOGRAPHIES
READER’S DIGEST · STUDENT’S COURSE · PORTRAITS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The New-Year’s Night of a Miserable Man
By Jean Paul (J. P. F. Richter) (1763–1825)
 
Translation of James Clarence Mangan

IN the lone stillness of the New-Year’s night
  An old man at his window stood, and turned
His dim eyes to the firmament, where, bright
  And pure, a million rolling planets burned,—
And then down on the earth all cold and white,        5
  And felt that moment that of all who mourned
And groaned upon its bosom, none there were
With his deep wretchedness and great despair.
 
For near him lay his grave,—hidden from view
  Not by the flowers of youth, but by the snows        10
Of age alone. In torturing thought he flew
  Over the past, and on his memory rose
That picture of his life which conscience drew,
  With all its fruits,—diseases, sins, and woes;
A ruined frame, a blighted soul, dark years        15
Of agony, remorse, and withering fears.
 
Like spectres now his bright youth-days came back,
  And that cross-road of life where, when a boy,
His father placed him first: its right-hand track
  Leads to a land of glory, peace, and joy,        20
Its left to wildernesses waste and black,
  Where snakes and plagues and poison-winds destroy.
Which had he trod? Alas! the serpents hung
Coiled round his heart, their venom on his tongue.
 
Sunk in unutterable grief, he cried,        25
  “Restore my youth to me! O God, restore
My morn of life! O father! be my guide,
  And let me, let me choose my path once more!”
But on the wide waste air his ravings died
  Away, and all was silent as before.        30
His youth had glided by, fleet as the wave;
His father came not,—he was in his grave.
 
Strange lights flashed flickering by: a star was falling;
  Down to the miry marsh he saw it rush—
“Like me!” he thought, and oh! that thought was galling,        35
  And hot and heart-wrung tears began to gush.
Sleep-walkers crossed his eyes in shapes appalling;
  Gaunt windmills lifted up their arms to crush;
And skeleton monsters rose up from the dim
Pits of the charnel-house, and glared on him!        40
 
Amid these overboiling bursts of feeling,
  Rich music, heralding the young year’s birth,
Rolled from a distant steeple, like the pealing
  Of some celestial organ o’er the earth:
Milder emotions over him came stealing;        45
  He felt the soul’s unpurchasable worth.
“Return!” again he cried, imploringly;
“O my lost youth! return, return to me!”
 
And youth returned, and age withdrew its terrors;
  Still was he young,—for he had dreamed the whole:        50
But faithful is the image conscience mirrors
  When whirlwind passions darken not the soul.
Alas! too real were his sins and errors;
  Too truly had he made the earth his goal;
He wept, and thanked his God that with the will,        55
He had the power, to choose the right path still.
 
Here, youthful reader, ponder! and if thou,
  Like him, art reeling over the abyss,
And shakest off sin’s iron bondage now,
  This ghastly dream may prove thy guide to bliss;        60
But should age once be written on thy brow,
  Its wrinkles will not be a dream, like this.
Mayest vainly pour thy tears above the urn
Of thy departed youth,—it never will return!
 
 
CONTENTS · GENERAL INDEX · SONGS & LYRICS · BIOGRAPHICAL DICTIONARY
READER’S DIGEST · STUDENT’S COURSE · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
 

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.