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A Symbol

THE mason's trade Observe them well,

Resembles life, And watch them revealing

With all its strife,— How solemn feeling

Is like the stir made And wonderment swell

By man on earth's face. The hearts of the brave.

Though weal and woe The voice of the blest,

The future may hide, And of spirits on high

Unterrified Seems loudly to cry:

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Book Of Contemplation - For Woman

FOR woman due allowance make!

Form'd of a crooked rib was she,—

By Heaven she could not straightened be.

Attempt to bend her, and she'll break;

If left alone, more crooked grows madam;

What well could be worse, my good friend, Adam?—

For woman due allowance make;

'Twere grievous, if thy rib should break!

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Spirit Song Over The Waters

THE soul of man

Resembleth water:

From heaven it cometh,

To heaven it soareth.

And then again

To earth descendeth,

Changing ever.

Down from the lofty

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A Parable

I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately,

And bore it homewards, musing greatly;

When, heated by my hand, I found

The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.

I plac'd them in a well-cool'd glass,

And what a wonder came to pass

The heads soon raised themselves once more.

The stalks were blooming as before,

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

It Is Good

IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd,

Jehovah found, in slumber deep,

Adam fast sunk; He gently laid

Eve near him,—she, too, fell asleep.

There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,

God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.—

When this He saw, He cried:—'Tis Good!!!

And scarce could move from where He stood.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Book Of Love - One More Pair

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 give

Their names, which now are all that live.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

My Goddess

SAY, which Immortal

Merits the highest reward?

With none contend I,

But I will give it

To the aye-changing,

Ever-moving

Wondrous daughter of Jove.

His best-beloved offspring.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Constancy In Change

COULD this early bliss but rest

Constant for one single hour!

But e'en now the humid West

Scatters many a vernal shower.

Should the verdure give me joy?

'Tis to it I owe the shade;

Soon will storms its bloom destroy,

Soon will Autumn bid it fade.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Apparent Death

WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;

He died of nothing—by mere chance was slain.

But is he really dead?—oh, that I cannot prove:

A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To The Husbandman

SMOOTHLY and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover'd;

Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones at the last.

Joyously plough'd and sow'd! Here food all living is budding,

E'en from the side of the tomb Hope will not vanish away.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To My Friend - Ode III

BE void of feeling!

A heart that soon is stirr'd,

Is a possession sad

Upon this changing earth.

Behrisch, let spring's sweet smile

Never gladden thy brow!

Then winter's gloomy tempests

Never will shadow it o'er.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

From Faust - V Margaret At Her Spinning-Wheel

MY heart is sad,

My peace is o'er;

I find it never

And nevermore.

When gone is he,

The grave I see;

The world's wide all

Is turned to gall.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe