Christ is arisen!
Comrades, we are dwelling,--We who with collected might,
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and tomany will appear so wild and fantastic, as to leave anything buta pleasing impression. Those at the beginning, addressed to hisfriend Behrisch, were written at the age of eighteen, and most ofthe remainder were composed while he was still quite young.Despite, however, the extravagance of some of them, such as theWinter Journey over the Hartz Mountains, and the Wanderer'sStorm-Song, nothing can be finer than the noble one entitledMahomet's Song, and others, such as the Spirit Song' over theWaters, The God-like, and, above all, the magnificent sketch ofPrometheus, which forms part of an unfinished piece bearing thesame name, and called by Goethe a 'Dramatic Fragment.'
Rapture ev'ry night impart.-----EPILOGUE TO SCHILLER'S "SONG OF THE BELL."
I'll fondy kiss and kiss and kiss this stone,
With me I bring the one thing needful--love.
Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.Nought in God's presence changeth e'er,--
Of a slave; he's straight obey'd.