Eclogue II



I am not mistaken, you are young Master Watts!


I am.

Lord Johann?


Indeed, how blessed am I to meet with you.

Two souls, who love to make melody; meet upon

the road; providence, providence.

You with angelic voice and I, the lord of piping.

All praise to the maker and keeper of faith!

How often have I heard your fame sung!

Let us leave this dusty road and turn into that tavern, back a bend in the road,

and praise the founder of our faith and fortunes. Continue reading “Eclogue II”