Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

Vast, Colossal Destiny, Which Raises Man To Fame, Though It May Also Grind Him To Powder!

Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To The Earth, To The Eternal Sun, I Render Back These Atoms, Joined In Me For Pain And Pleasure.

Deeper Meaning Resides In The Fairy Tales Told To Me In My Childhood Than In The Truth That Is Taught By Life.