THE CATECHISM

'HAST thou then nought wiser to bringThan worn-out songs of moon and rose?''Cracked my voice and broken my wing,God knows.''Tell'st thou no truth of the life thatis;Seek'st thou from heaven no pitying sign?''Ask thine own heart these mysteries,Not mine.''Where then the faith thou hast brought to seed?Where the sure hope thy soul would feign?''Never ebbed sweetness—even out of a weed—In vain.''Fool. The night comes.... 'Tis late. Arise:Cold lap the waters of Jordan stream.''Deep be their flood and tranquil thine eyesWith a dream.'

'HAST thou then nought wiser to bringThan worn-out songs of moon and rose?''Cracked my voice and broken my wing,God knows.'

'HAST thou then nought wiser to bring

Than worn-out songs of moon and rose?'

'Cracked my voice and broken my wing,

God knows.'

'Tell'st thou no truth of the life thatis;Seek'st thou from heaven no pitying sign?''Ask thine own heart these mysteries,Not mine.'

'Tell'st thou no truth of the life thatis;

Seek'st thou from heaven no pitying sign?'

'Ask thine own heart these mysteries,

Not mine.'

'Where then the faith thou hast brought to seed?Where the sure hope thy soul would feign?''Never ebbed sweetness—even out of a weed—In vain.'

'Where then the faith thou hast brought to seed?

Where the sure hope thy soul would feign?'

'Never ebbed sweetness—even out of a weed—

In vain.'

'Fool. The night comes.... 'Tis late. Arise:Cold lap the waters of Jordan stream.''Deep be their flood and tranquil thine eyesWith a dream.'

'Fool. The night comes.... 'Tis late. Arise:

Cold lap the waters of Jordan stream.'

'Deep be their flood and tranquil thine eyes

With a dream.'

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