The youth thou art who ages long hast stood
by NovalisEnglish version by George MacDonald
Original Language German
The youth thou art who ages long hast stood
Upon our graves, so deeply lost in thought;
A sign of comfort in the dusky gloom
For high humanity, a joyful start.
What dropped us all into abyssmal woe,
Pulls us forward with sweet yearning now.
In everlasting life death found its goal,
For thou art Death who at last makes us whole.
 | -- from Hymns to the Night: Spiritual Songs, by Novalis / Translated by George MacDonald |
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