Translated by Kurt Gänzl & John Gallas
And if our life is shorter than a day
Amongst forever; if the coursing year
Still hunts away the time from us, and here;
If everything that lives must pass away –
What think you now, my pent-up Soul? So say
Why darkness pleases you, who cannot fear
To fly into a land more light and clear
On wings well-found and feathered for the way?
There is a goodness every man desires,
There is a rest to which the world aspires,
And there is love, and gentle-pleasant cheer,
And there, my Soul, in Heaven’s holiday,
I see and know the Image of the sway
And sweetness of the World I love so dear.
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