thee and the heavenly virgin in the realm of love, serve in the
temple of heavenly Death, and are in eternity thine.


"Lifted is the stone,
Manhood hath arisen:
Still are we thine own,
Unharmed by bond or prison.
When earth--life--fade away
In the last meal's solemn gladness,
Around thy cup dare stray
No trace of grief or sadness.

To the marriage, Death doth call,
The brilliant lamps are lighted;
The virgins come, invited,
And oil is with them all.
Space now to space is telling
How forth thy train hath gone,
The voice of stars is swelling
With human tongue and tone!

To thee, Maria, hallowed,
A thousand hearts are sent;
In this dark life and shadowed,
On thee their thoughts are bent:
The soul's releasement seeing
They, longing, seek its rest;
By thee pressed, holy being,
Upon thy faithful breast.