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6795	Schiller, Friedrich	The Poems of Schiller — Second period			.txt	text/plain	7932	799	92	Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Who, to thy hand the orb and sceptre gave, And thou thyself, upon thy realm of water, Thy coming doom the round earth shall appal, Art thou, fair world, no more? Where now thy God's protecting hand, "Hope thou hast felt,--thy wages, then, are paid; Thy faith 'twas formed the rapture pledged to thee. Master of Nature, who thy fetters loves, That, ere thy spirit-honor saw the day, Thy youthful heart watched over silently, With spirits blest thy knowledge thou dost share, But thou, O man, alone hast art! Thou weep'st because thy spouse has flown Well, there (O man, how light thy woes Eyes whence--sweet words--"I love thee!" broke! Not as within thy soul's fair glass, its rays The charms thy being to this life first lent,-The blooming flowers that round thy path are strown,-In thy deceit so blissful be thou glad!	./cache/6795.txt	./txt/6795.txt