The Poems of Schiller - Second period - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
Poems of The Second Period.
by Frederich Schiller.
HYMN TO JOY.
Joy, thou G.o.ddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come!
Fas.h.i.+on's laws, indeed, may sever, But thy magic joins again; All mankind are brethren ever 'Neath thy mild and gentle reign.
CHORUS.
Welcome, all ye myriad creatures!
Brethren, take the kiss of love!
Yes, the starry realms above Hide a Father's smiling features!
He, that n.o.ble prize possessing-- He that boasts a friend that's true, He whom woman's love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!
Aye, and he who but one spirit On this earth can call his own!
He who no such bliss can merit, Let him mourn his fate alone!
CHORUS.
All who Nature's tribes are swelling Homage pay to sympathy; For she guides us up on high, Where the unknown has his dwelling.
From the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of kindly Nature All of joy imbibe the dew; Good and bad alike, each creature Would her roseate path pursue.
'Tis through her the wine-cup maddens, Love and friends to man she gives!
Bliss the meanest reptile gladdens,-- Near G.o.d's throne the cherub lives!
CHORUS.
Bow before him, all creation!
Mortals, own the G.o.d of love!
Seek him high the stars above,-- Yonder is his habitation!
Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion, When the wheel of time goes round; From the bud she lures the flower-- Suns from out their orbs of light; Distant spheres obey her power, Far beyond all mortal sight.
CHORUS.
As through heaven's expanse so glorious In their orbits suns roll on, Brethren, thus your proud race run, Glad as warriors all-victorious!
Joy from truth's own gla.s.s of fire Sweetly on the searcher smiles; Lest on virtue's steeps he tire, Joy the tedious path beguiles.
High on faith's bright hill before us, See her banner proudly wave!
Joy, too, swells the angels' chorus,-- Bursts the bondage of the grave!
CHORUS.
Mortals, meekly wait for heaven Suffer on in patient love!
In the starry realms above, Bright rewards by G.o.d are given.
To the G.o.ds we ne'er can render Praise for every good they grant; Let us, with devotion tender, Minister to grief and want.
Quenched be hate and wrath forever, Pardoned be our mortal foe-- May our tears upbraid him never, No repentance bring him low!
CHORUS.
Sense of wrongs forget to treasure-- Brethren, live in perfect love!
In the starry realms above, G.o.d will mete as we may measure.
Joy within the goblet flushes, For the golden nectar, wine, Every fierce emotion hushes,-- Fills the breast with fire divine.
Brethren, thus in rapture meeting, Send ye round the br.i.m.m.i.n.g cup,-- Yonder kindly spirit greeting, While the foam to heaven mounts up!
CHORUS.
He whom seraphs wors.h.i.+p ever; Whom the stars praise as they roll, Yes to him now drain the bowl Mortal eye can see him never!
Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken!
Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken!
Truth alike to friend and foe!
'Neath kings' frowns a manly spirit!-- Brethren, n.o.ble is the prize-- Honor due to every merit!
Death to all the brood of lies!
CHORUS.
Draw the sacred circle closer!
By this bright wine plight your troth To be faithful to your oath!
Swear it by the Star-Disposer!
Safety from the tyrant's power! [9]
Mercy e'en to traitors base!
Hope in death's last solemn hour!
Pardon when before His face!
Lo, the dead shall rise to heaven!
Brethren hail the blest decree; Every sin shall be forgiven, h.e.l.l forever cease to be!
CHORUS.
When the golden bowl is broken, Gentle sleep within the tomb!
Brethren, may a gracious doom By the Judge of man be spoken!
THE INVINCIBLE ARMADA.
She comes, she comes--the burden of the deeps!
Beneath her wails the universal sea!
With clanking chains and a new G.o.d, she sweeps, And with a thousand thunders, unto thee!
The ocean-castles and the floating hosts-- Ne'er on their like looked the wild water!--Well May man the monster name "Invincible."
O'er shuddering waves she gathers to thy coasts!
The horror that she spreads can claim Just t.i.tle to her haughty name.
The trembling Neptune quails Under the silent and majestic forms; The doom of worlds in those dark sails;-- Near and more near they sweep! and slumber all the storms!
Before thee, the array, Blest island, empress of the sea!
The sea-born squadrons threaten thee, And thy great heart, Britannia!
Woe to thy people, of their freedom proud-- She rests, a thunder heavy in its cloud!
Who, to thy hand the orb and sceptre gave, That thou should'st be the sovereign of the nations?
To tyrant kings thou wert thyself the slave, Till freedom dug from law its deep foundations; The mighty Chart the citizens made kings, And kings to citizens sublimely bowed!
And thou thyself, upon thy realm of water, Hast thou not rendered millions up to slaughter, When thy s.h.i.+ps brought upon their sailing wings The sceptre--and the shroud?
What should'st thou thank?--Blush, earth, to hear and feel What should'st thou thank?--Thy genius and thy steel!
Behold the hidden and the giant fires!
