ACT IV. SCENE 5.
SONG OF THE FATES.
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'Tis worth not a thought!
Can the Koran a creation, then, be?
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SCENE THE LAST.
ANGELS.
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AFTER THE BATTLE OF BADE, BENEATH THE CANOPY OF HEAVEN.
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In the Koran with strange delight
A peacock's feather met my sight:
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VANISH, dark clouds on high,
Offspring of night!
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My grief no mortals know,
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SING no more in mournful tones
Of the loneliness of night;
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Far from the feasting, in the bedroom
Sits loyal Amor and quakes with dread:
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From Heaven there fell upon the foaming wave
A timid drop; the flood with anger roared,--
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IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd,
Jehovah found, in slumber deep,
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YE shadowy forms, again ye're drawing near,
So wont of yore to meet my troubled gaze!
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Over all hilltops
is peace
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CHRIST is arisen!
Mortal, all hail!
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FATE AND SYMPATHY.
"NE'ER have I seen the market and streets so thoroughly empty!
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DOROTHEA.
As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset,
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O THOU well-tried in grief,
Grant to thy child relief,
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ACT II.
LIEBETRAUT plays and sings.
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THE COSMOPOLITE.
BUT the Three, as before, were still sitting and talking together,
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THE AGE.
WHEN the pastor ask'd the foreign magistrate questions,
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THERE stands on yonder high mountain
A castle built of yore,
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YOUTH.
SAY, sparkling streamlet, whither thou
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CONCLUSION.
O YE Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,
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YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,
Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.
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ACT I.
CLARA winds a skein, and sings with Brackenburg.
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GOD gave to mortals birth,
In his own image too;
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CHORDS are touch'd by Apollo,--the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth;
While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the dust.
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Blamed us in ev'ry way,
And, in abuse of drunkenness,
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MOTHER AND SON.
THUS the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the mother
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WHO never eat with tears his bread,
Who never through night's heavy hours
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