Poem: 4
Ever, ever the glitter gold!
Building its beauty bold.
Let, let the silver shine!
Getting itself with every fine.
Grow, grow you sun, grow wild!
Let, let the fire god be – play child.
Hey, hey you moon calm out white,
Sparkle the rays, out of light!
Get, get to your ‘the best’, nature,
Now show yourself, out leisure,
But look, look at your masters delight,
His happiness his creation, swinging in light,
His child playing in the nature bright!
Now don’t, don’t, you look shameful,
Its creation out from the fairy out pull!
Now, play, play with the beauty down called ‘em’
Let the nature glory spread, owing her, to eternal fame.
Don’t temper, yourself now,
Let you – the nature, be loved by her,
So you stand apart – praised,
By the beauty, by others praises raised!