LOVE is indeed a glorious prize!What fairer guerdon meets our eyes?--Though neither wealth nor power are thine,A very hero thou dost shine.As of the prophet, they will tell,Wamik and Asia's tale as well.--They'll tell not of them,--they'll but giveTheir names, which now are all that live.The deeds they did, the toils they provedNo mortal knows! But that they lovedThis know we. Here's the story trueOf Wamik and of Asia too.
Forthwith to him replied the excellent sensible mother"Father, you're always unjust whenever you speak of your son, andThat is the least likely way to obtain your wishes' fulfillment,For we cannot fashion our children after our fancy.We must have them and love them, as God has given them to us,Bring them up for the best, and let each do as he listeth.One has one kind of gift, another possesses another,Each one employs them, and each in turn in his separate fashionGood and happy becomes. My Hermann shall not be upbraided,For I know that he well deserves the wealth he'll inherit;He'll be an excellent landlord, a pattern to burghers and peasants,And, as I clearly foresee, by no means the last in the Council.But with your blame and reproaches, you daily dishearten him sadly,As you have done just now, and make the poor fellow unhappy."