full of longing, into thy father's arms, bearing with thee youthful
Humanity, and the inexhaustible cup of the golden Future. Soon the mother
hastened after thee in heavenly triumph; she was the first with thee in
the new home. Since then, long ages have flowed past, and in splendour
ever increasing hath bestirred itself thy new creation, and thousands
have, out of pangs and tortures, followed thee, filled with faith and
longing and truth, and are walking about with thee and the heavenly virgin
in the kingdom of Love, minister in the temple of heavenly Death, and are
for ever thine.

Uplifted is the stone,
And all mankind is risen;
We all remain thine own,
And vanished is our prison.
All troubles flee away
Before thy golden cup;
For Earth nor Life can stay
When with our Lord we sup.

To the marriage Death doth call;
No virgin holdeth back;
The lamps burn lustrous all;
Of oil there is no lack.
Would thy far feet were waking
The echoes of our street!
And that the stars were making
Signal with voices sweet!

To thee, O mother maiden,
Ten thousand hearts aspire;