Classic Poem

ON HIS OVERTURN IN THE WAY TO BERLIN

A BRUPT and slippery was the road,
The mud and snow their gifts bestow'd!
The Devil, who in mischief deals,
Has broke the axle of my wheels;
The wheel that Fortune loves to ride,
I us'd with pertness to deride;
But I have alter'd my opinion,
And wish to be that Lady's minion.
To her , the object of my choice,
I thus address my feeble voice:
" Oh, you that are all things above,
Except the Hero that I love;
You that shall never claim a gem,
Or of his heart, or diadem;
Let me but find the way to him ,
The rest I leave to Fortune's whim. "