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Forever fair forever calm and bright	A
Life flies on plumage zephyr light	A
For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice	B
Moons wane and races wither to the tomb	C
And 'mid the universal ruin bloom	C
The rosy days of Gods With man the choice	B
Timid and anxious hesitates between	D
The sense's pleasure and the soul's content	E
While on celestial brows aloft and sheen	D
The beams of both are blent	E
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Seekest thou on earth the life of gods to share	F
Safe in the realm of death beware	F
To pluck the fruits that glitter to thine eye	G
Content thyself with gazing on their glow	H
Short are the joys possession can bestow	H
And in possession sweet desire will die	G
'Twas not the ninefold chain of waves that bound	E
Thy daughter Ceres to the Stygian river	I
She plucked the fruit of the unholy ground	E
And so was hell's forever	I
The weavers of the web the fates but sway	J
The matter and the things of clay	J
Safe from change that time to matter gives	K
Nature's blest playmate free at will to stray	J
With gods a god amidst the fields of day	J
The form the archetype serenely lives	K
Would'st thou soar heavenward on its joyous wing	L
Cast from thee earth the bitter and the real	M
High from this cramped and dungeon being spring	L
Into the realm of the ideal	M
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Here bathed perfection in thy purest ray	J
Free from the clogs and taints of clay	J
Hovers divine the archetypal man	N
Dim as those phantom ghosts of life that gleam	O
And wander voiceless by the Stygian stream	O
Fair as it stands in fields Elysian	N
Ere down to flesh the immortal doth descend	E
If doubtful ever in the actual life	P
Each contest here a victory crowns the end	E
Of every nobler strife	P
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Not from the strife itself to set thee free	Q
But more to nerve doth victory	Q
Wave her rich garland from the ideal clime	O
Whate'er thy wish the earth has no repose	R
Life still must drag thee onward as it flows	R
Whirling thee down the dancing surge of time	O
But when the courage sinks beneath the dull	S
Sense of its narrow limits on the soul	T
Bright from the hill tops of the beautiful	S
Bursts the attained goal	T
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If worth thy while the glory and the strife	P
Which fire the lists of actual life	P
The ardent rush to fortune or to fame	O
In the hot field where strength and valor are	U
And rolls the whirling thunder of the car	U
And the world breathless eyes the glorious game	O
Then dare and strive the prize can but belong	V
To him whose valor o'er his tribe prevails	W
In life the victory only crowns the strong	V
He who is feeble fails	W
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But life whose source by crags around it piled	E
Chafed while confined foams fierce and wild	E
Glides soft and smooth when once its streams expand	E
When its waves glassing in their silver play	J
Aurora blent with Hesper's milder ray	J
Gain the still beautiful that shadow land	E
Here contest grows but interchange of love	X
All curb is but the bondage of the grace	Y
Gone is each foe peace folds her wings above	X
Her native dwelling place	Y
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When through dead stone to breathe a soul of light	E
With the dull matter to unite	E
The kindling genius some great sculptor glows	R
Behold him straining every nerve intent	E
Behold how o'er the subject element	E
The stately thought its march laborious goes	R
For never save to toil untiring spoke	Z
The unwilling truth from her mysterious well	A2
The statue only to the chisel's stroke	Z
Wakes from its marble cell	A2
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But onward to the sphere of beauty go	H
Onward O child of art and lo	H
Out of the matter which thy pains control	T
The statue springs not as with labor wrung	B2
From the hard block but as from nothing sprung	B2
Airy and light the offspring of the soul	T
The pangs the cares the weary toils it cost	E
Leave not a trace when once the work is done	N
The Artist's human frailty merged and lost	E
In art's great victory won	N
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If human sin confronts the rigid law	C2
Of perfect truth and virtue awe	D2
Seizes and saddens thee to see how far	U
Beyond thy reach perfection if we test	E
By the ideal of the good the best	E
How mean our efforts and our actions are	U
This space between the ideal of man's soul	T
And man's achievement who hath ever past	E
An ocean spreads between us and that goal	T
Where anchor ne'er was cast	E
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But fly the boundary of the senses live	E2
The ideal life free thought can give	F2
And lo the gulf shall vanish and the chill	G2
Of the soul's impotent despair be gone	N
And with divinity thou sharest the throne	N
Let but divinity become thy will	G2
Scorn not the law permit its iron band	E
The sense it cannot chain the soul to thrall	H2
Let man no more the will of Jove withstand	E
And Jove the bolt lets fall	H2
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If in the woes of actual human life	P
If thou could'st see the serpent strife	P
Which the Greek art has made divine in stone	N
Could'st see the writhing limbs the livid cheek	I2
Note every pang and hearken every shriek	I2
Of some despairing lost Laocoon	N
The human nature would thyself subdue	E
To share the human woe before thine eye	G
Thy cheek would pale and all thy soul be true	E
To man's great sympathy	Q
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But in the ideal realm aloof and far	U
Where the calm art's pure dwellers are	U
Lo the Laocoon writhes but does not groan	N
Here no sharp grief the high emotion knows	R
Here suffering's self is made divine and shows	R
The brave resolve of the firm soul alone	N
Here lovely as the rainbow on the dew	E
Of the spent thunder cloud to art is given	N
Gleaming through grief's dark veil the peaceful blue	E
Of the sweet moral heaven	N
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So in the glorious parable behold	E
How bowed to mortal bonds of old	E
Life's dreary path divine Alcides trod	E
The hydra and the lion were his prey	J
And to restore the friend he loved to day	J
He went undaunted to the black browed god	E
And all the torments and the labors sore	J2
Wroth Juno sent the meek majestic one	N
With patient spirit and unquailing bore	J2
Until the course was run	N
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Until the god cast down his garb of clay	J
And rent in hallowing flame away	J
The mortal part from the divine to soar	J2
To the empyreal air Behold him spring	L
Blithe in the pride of the unwonted wing	L
And the dull matter that confined before	J2
Sinks downward downward downward as a dream	O
Olympian hymns receive the escaping soul	T
And smiling Hebe from the ambrosial stream	O
Fills for a god the bowl	T

Friedrich Schiller

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