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TANNHAUSER
And he--his heart was great enough for
all,
The fall of sparrows as the crash of stars.
The tears of lonely forests, and the pain
Of the least atom—all were in his heart.
Was that indeed the truth? that he should
come
At last a Christ upon the waiting world,
Redeem it to more purpose than the
last !
So fills his sorrow, and Her sympathy,
My common soul, that I am fain to fall
Upon my face, and cry aloud to God:
‘©OQ Thou, Sole Wise, Sole Pure, Sole
Merciful,
Who hast thus shown Thy mystery to
nan :
Grant that his coming may be very soon
See, the sobs shake me like a little child.
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The moon is crescent, waxing in the West.
Take the last kiss, dear.
What is the strange song?
[Zhe great Goddess ariseth, weeping
Jor the slain Osiris TANNHAUSER,
the perfected through suffering.
IsIs.
Isis am I, and from my life are fed
All stars and suns, all moons that wax and
wane,
Create and uncreate, living and dead,
The Mystery of Pain.
Iam the Mother, I the silent Sea,
The Earth, its travail, its fertility.
Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness,
return to me—
To Me!