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everlasting life death found its goal,
For thou art Death, and
thou first mak'st us whole.
Filled with joy, the singer went on to Indostan, his heart intoxicated
with sweetest love, and poured it out in fiery songs under that tender
sky, so that a thousand hearts bowed to him, and the good news sprang
up with a thousand branches. Soon after the singer's departure, his
precious life was made a sacrifice for the deep fall of man. He died in

his youth, torn away from his loved world, from his weeping mother,
and his trembling friends. His lovely mouth emptied the dark cup of
unspeakable wrongs. In horrible anguish the birth of the new world
drew near. Hard he wrestled with the terrors of old Death; heavy lay the
weight of the old world upon him. Yet once more he looked kindly at
his mother; then came the releasing hand of the Love eternal, and he
fell asleep. Only a few days hung a deep veil over the roaring sea, over
the quaking land; countless tears wept his loved ones; the mystery was
unsealed: heavenely spirits heaved the ancient stone from the gloomy
grave. Angels sat by the sleeper, sweetly outbodied from his dreams;
awaked in new Godlike glory, he clomb the apex of the new-born
world, buried with his own hand the old corpse in the forsaken cavity,
and with hand almighty laid upon it the stone which no power shall
again upheave.
Yet weep thy loved ones over thy grave tears of joy, tears of emotion,
tears of endless thanksgiving; ever afresh, with joyous start, see thee
rise again, and themselves with thee; behold thee weep with soft
fervour on the blessed bosom of thy mother, walk in thoughtful
communion with thy friends, uttering words plucked as from the tree of
life; see thee hasten, full of longing, into thy father's arms, bearing with
thee youthful Humanity, and the inexhaustible cup of the golden Future.
Soon the mother hastened after thee in heavenly triumph; she was the
first with thee in the new home. Since then, long ages have flowed past,
and in splendour ever increasing hath bestirred itself thy new creation,
and thousands have, out of pangs and tortures, followed thee, filled
with faith and longing and truth, and are walking about with thee and
the heavenly virgin in the kingdom of Love, minister in the temple of
heavenly Death, and are for ever thine.
Uplifted is the stone,
And all mankind is risen;
We all remain thine
own,
And vanished is our prison.
All troubles flee away
Before
thy golden cup;
For Earth nor Life can stay
When with our Lord we
sup.
To the marriage Death doth call;
No virgin holdeth back;
The lamps
burn lustrous all;
Of oil there is no lack.
Would thy far feet were

waking
The echoes of our street!
And that the stars were making

Signal with voices sweet!
To thee, O mother maiden,
Ten thousand hearts aspire;
In this life,
sorrow-laden,
Thee only they desire;
In thee they hope for healing;

In thee expect true rest,
When thou, their safety sealing,
Shalt
clasp them to thy breast.
With disappointment burning
Who made in hell their bed,
At last
from this world turning
To thee have looked and fled:
Helpful thou
hast appeared
To us in many a pain:
Now to thy home we're neared,

Not to go out again!
Now at no grave are weeping
Such as do love and pray;
The gift
that Love is keeping
From none is taken away.
To soothe and quiet
our longing
Night comes, and stills the smart;
Heaven's children
round us thronging
Now watch and ward our heart.
Courage! for life is striding
To endless life along;
The Sense, in
love abiding,
Grows clearer and more strong.
One day the stars,
down dripping,
Shall flow in golden wine:
We, of that nectar
sipping,
As living stars shall shine!
Free, from the tomb emerges
Love, to die never more;
Fulfilled, life
heaves and surges
A sea without a shore!
All night! all blissful
leisure!
One jubilating ode!
And the sun of all our pleasure
The
countenance of God!
VI.
LONGING AFTER DEATH.
Into the bosom of the earth!
Out of the Light's dominions!

Death's
pains are but the bursting forth
Of glad Departure's pinions!
Swift
in the narrow little boat,
Swift to the heavenly shore we float!

Blest be the everlasting Night,
And blest the endless Slumber!
We
are heated with the day too bright,
And withered up with cumber!

We're weary of that life abroad:
Come, we will now go home to God!
Why longer in this world abide?
Why love and truth here cherish?

That which is old is set aside--For
us the new may perish!
Alone he
stands and sore downcast
Who loves with pious warmth the Past.
The Past where yet the human spirit
In lofty flames did rise;
Where
men the Father did inherit,
His countenance recognize;
And, in
simplicity made ripe,
Many grew like their archetype.
The Past wherin, still rich in bloom,
Old stems did burgeon glorious;

And children, for the world to come,
Sought pain and death
victorious;
And, though both life and pleasure spake,
Yet many a
heart for love did