If thou wouldst know the mystic song 



Chanted when the sphere was young, 



Aloft, abroad, the paean swells, 



() wise man, hear st thou half it tells ? 



To the open ear it sings 



The early genesis of things ; 



Of tendency through endless ages 



Of star-dust and star-pilgrimages, 



Of rounded worlds, of space and tune, 



Of the old floods subsiding slime, 



Of chemic matter, force and form, 



Of poles and powers, cold, wet, and warm. 



The rushing metamorphosis 



Dissolving all that fixture is, 



Melts things that be to things that seem, 



And solid Nature to a dream.&quot; 



EMERSON. 



&quot; Was war ein Gott dcr nur von aussen sticssc 

 Im Kreis das All am Finger laufeu liesse ! 

 Him ziemt s, die Welt im Innern zu bewegen, 

 Natur in Sicb, Sich in Natur zu hegen.&quot; 



GOETHE. 



