. Fire and air . In the sky and the cloud, Still sought God afarIn a heavenly star, And still looked for loveFrom a heaven above. Still he sang to the mountains Still he prayed to the wind,Nor looked for the Love-God Alone he might find,In the heart of his Brother And Fellow-kind, —Nor knew that the Love-God Was throned in Mans mind. Jfaar 6jj#EAR is a shadow monster, *? That dwells in the Castle of Doubt, In the wilderness of Fancy, With storm clouds walled about. Fear is the door of the darkness, The ghost of the midnight air;Like a spirit of death he takes the breath, And he rides a black n
. Fire and air . In the sky and the cloud, Still sought God afarIn a heavenly star, And still looked for loveFrom a heaven above. Still he sang to the mountains Still he prayed to the wind,Nor looked for the Love-God Alone he might find,In the heart of his Brother And Fellow-kind, —Nor knew that the Love-God Was throned in Mans mind. Jfaar 6jj#EAR is a shadow monster, *? That dwells in the Castle of Doubt, In the wilderness of Fancy, With storm clouds walled about. Fear is the door of the darkness, The ghost of the midnight air;Like a spirit of death he takes the breath, And he rides a black night-mare. Fear is a church-yard spectre,And he haunts the hollow tomb; He groans from the empty coffin,And he blows on a trump of doom. Fear is a lurid fire, That flares up out of the dark, A voiceless tongue of horror,That mutters one word, Hark. O Monster of Darkness, false spectre, Cold fire, silent voice, king unknown, — Thou art nothing, and glass is thy sceptre:Tis shattered! and Hope fills the *Pi* Peatlj of $«n2tel — In the performance of his Lent Oratorio,Handel dropped his head upon the keysexhausted, and was carried home to die.* ^JSP*Q melt the soul, to swoon the ravished ear,%gjj To bring the angel choirs of heaven near, To tune earths joys to harmonies of heaven,Great Handel struck the lyre! The power was given. Ah! When he late attuned his Masters praise In tones celestial and immortal lays, A last farewell to earth his soul expressed, And thus in song the raptured throng addressed: Adieu, sweet mortal music, and adieu,Loved friends of earthly harmony. I go!Apollo calls me to a nobler lyre,And bids me join the Suns immortal choir. Oh, for Elijahs car, great Handel cried:His Master heard his voice, and Handel died. *Translation from the German
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