Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
All's love, yet all's law.
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.