Muses, O ye who the course of true love so willingly favor…
Towards the setting sun the two thus went on their journey…
Like as the traveller, who, when the sun is approaching its setting,
Fixes his eyes on it once again ere quickly it vanish…
Now when the foreign judge had been by the minister questioned
As to his people's distress, and how long their exile had lasted,
Thus made answer the man: "Of no recent date are our sorrows;
Since of the gathering bitter of years our people have drunken…
Here the three men, however, still sat conversing together,
With mine host of the Lion, the village doctor, and pastor;
And their talk was still on the same unvarying subject,
Turning it this way and that, and viewing from every direction.
Thus entertaining themselves, the men sat talking. The mother
Went meanwhile to look for her son in front of the dwelling,
First on the settle of stone, whereon 'twas his wont to he seated.
When she perceived him not there, she went farther to look in the stable…
Thus did the modest son slip away from the angry upbraiding;
But in the tone he had taken at first, the father continued…
Ow when of comely mien the son came into the chamber,
Turned with a searching look the eyes of the preacher upon him,
And, with the gaze of the student, who easily fathoms expression,
Scrutinized well his face and form and his general bearing.
Truly, I never have seen the market and street so deserted!
How as if it were swept looks the town, or had perished!