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Bow before Him, all creation!
Mortals, own the God of love!
Seek Him high the stars above,—
Yonder is His habitation!
An die Freude (Ode to Joy; or Hymn to Joy) (1785)
Time flies on restless pinions—constant never.
Be constant—and thou chainest time forever.
He, that noble prize possessing—
He that boasts a friend that's true,
He whom woman's love is blessing,
Let him join the chorus too!
An die Freude (Ode to Joy; or Hymn to Joy) (1785)
Ah, to that far distant strand
Bridge there was not to convey,
Not a bark was near at hand,
Yet true love soon found the way.
Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last!
Loitering slow, the Future creepeth —
Arrow-swift, the Present sweepeth —
And motionless forever stands the Past.
Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the pinion,
When the wheel of time goes round
An die Freude (Ode to Joy; or Hymn to Joy) (1785)