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POEMS OF GOETHE
DOCTOR MARIANUS.
(Prostrated in adoration.)
Oh, repentant sinful ones,
On that bright face gaze ye,
And in grateful orisons,
Your blest fortune praise ye!
Be each virtue of the mind
To thy service given!
Virgin, mother, be thou kind!
Goddess, queen of heaven!
CHORUS MYSTICUS.
Each thing of mortal birth
Is but a type;
What was of feeble worth
Here becomes ripe.
What was a mystery
Here meets the eye;
The ever-womanly
Draws us on high.
FROM GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN.
ACT II.
Leibetraut plays and sings.
His bow and dart bearing,
And torch brightly flaring,
Dan Cupid on flies;
With victory laden,
To vanquish each maiden
He roguishly tries.
Up! up!
