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    The Poems of Schiller — Second period
    The Poems of Schiller — Second period
    The Poems of Schiller — Second period
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    The Poems of Schiller — Second period

    By Friedrich Schiller

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    Release dateNov 27, 2013
    The Poems of Schiller — Second period
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    Friedrich Schiller

    Johann Christoph Friedrich Schiller, ab 1802 von Schiller (* 10. November 1759 in Marbach am Neckar; † 9. Mai 1805 in Weimar), war ein Arzt, Dichter, Philosoph und Historiker. Er gilt als einer der bedeutendsten deutschen Dramatiker, Lyriker und Essayisten.

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      The Poems of Schiller — Second period - Friedrich Schiller

      Project Gutenberg's Poems of The Second Period, by Friedrich Schiller

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      Title: Poems of The Second Period

      Author: Friedrich Schiller

      Release Date: October 26, 2006 [EBook #6795]

      Last Updated: November 6, 2012

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS OF THE SECOND PERIOD ***

      Produced by Tapio Riikonen and David Widger

      SCHILLER'S POEMS

      By Friedrich Schiller

      POEMS OF THE SECOND PERIOD.

      CONTENTS

      HYMN TO JOY.

         Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal,

          Offspring of Elysium,

         Mad with rapture, to the portal

          Of thy holy fame we come!

         Fashion'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 noble 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 breasts 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 God's throne the cherub lives!

              CHORUS.

         Bow before him, all creation!

          Mortals, own the God 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 glass 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 God are given.

         To the Gods 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

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