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Scene the last (From Iphigenia in Tauris) |
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Title: Scene the last (From Iphigenia in Tauris) Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe [More Titles by Goethe] ANGELS. THE spirit-region's noble limb Hath 'scaled the Archfiend's power; Who labours ev'ry hour. A ray of love from heaven. With welcome gladly given. THE YOUNGER ANGELS. Yonder roses, from the holy Evil ones those roses banish'd, Devils, when we met them, vanish'd. THE MORE PERFECT ANGELS. Strains of mortality Long have oppress'd us; If of asbestos. Elements ever Angels could never Where single-hearted; Can they be parted. THE YOUNGER ANGELS. See where a spirit-race Bursts on the sight! Round the far height. Of the blest boys, From the Earth's burden free, Drinking in joys, Springtime and bliss. Link'd on to this! THE BEATIFIED CHILDREN. Thus as a chrysalis Gladly we gain him, Safely retain him; Whereby he's tainted, Holy and sainted. DOCTOR MARINAS. Wide is the prospect here, Raised is the soul; Seeking their goal. 'Mongat them the radiant one, Queen of the skies, Greets my glad eyes.
Thou who art of earth the queen. Let me, 'neath the blue Thy sweet mystery view! Which the breast can move. Tow'rd thy perfect love. At thy bright behest; When thou bidd'st us rest. Mother, honour-crown'd, Godlike and renowned. Round her, in gentle play, Light clouds are stealing; Who, humbly kneeling, Thou, who art from passions free, Kindly art inclin'd, Seek thee, meek in mind. Borne by weakness' stream along, Hard it is to save them; That, alas, enslave them? When the smooth ground pressing! False a breath caressing!
CHORUS OF PENITENT WOMEN. To bring realms on high In majesty soaring, Thy pity imploring, MAGNA PECCATRIX (St. Luke vii. 36). By the love, which o'er the feet Of thy God-transfigur'd Son Spite of ev'ry scornful one; Whence the drops so fragrant fell; Dried His holy members well-- muller SAMARITANA (St, John iv.). By the well where Abram erst Drove his flocks to drink their fill; Of the Saviour served to still; That from yon bright region flows, As round ev'ry world it goes-- MARIA AEGYPTIACA (Acta Sanctorum). By the sacred spot immortal, Where the Lord's remains they plac'd; Drove me back with warning haste; Penance in a desert land; That I wrote upon the sand-- THE THREE. Thou who ne'er thy radiant face From the greatest sinners hides, Through eternity provident, Let this soul, by virtue stirr'd, Self-forgetful though when living, Feel thy mercy, sin forgiving! UNA POENITENTIUM.
Who equall'd art by none, For he whom erst I loved, No more by sorrow proved, BEATIFIED CHILDREN. He now in strength of limb Far doth outweigh us, So will repay us. Far from life's story; Train us in glory. THE PENITENT, once named Margaret. Link'd with the noble band of spirits, Scarce can the new one feel or see So like that holy band is he. And parts the olden veil at length,-- Comes in the glow of youthful strength. While dazzled by the new-born light. MATER GLORIOSA. Come! raise thyself to spheres more glorious, DOCTOR MARINAS. O repentant sinful ones, On that bright face gaze ye, Your blest fortune praise ye! To thy service given! Goddess, queen of heaven! CHORUS MYSTICS. Each thing of mortal birth Is but a type Here becomes ripe. Here meets the eye; Draws us on high. (Finis.) -THE END- GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |