Oh rég már, rég, hogy è Szépek Szépét
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Hogy lélekké neveze.
Kis.
Goddess, of thy votary's heart!
Wisdom! tell me where thou art!
Holy virgin! in the throng
Of mighty worlds I seek thy throne—
I seek thee, and have sought thee long—
Of loveliest ones, the loveliest one!
The right hand of the Deity
Graved in my heart thine image bright,
And the reflected ray from thee
Makes nature's darkness melt in light.
Blest daughter of the skies, who sheddest
Undying beams, and smiling spreadest
Th' eternal green and gifts of spring—
Thou, who o'er heaven's crystal gates dost fling
A light of purest, fairest glistening,
And standest at the portal listening
To songs which angel voices sing.
Sister of heavenly sisters! Truth
Goes with thee, and untainted youth.
Thou on the flowery mounds dost sport
With Innocence, while thy fair cheek
The roses of contentment streak,
And glorious palms thy hands support.
Thy thoughts, thy feelings and desire,
The harmonious choirs of heaven inspire;
Thou passion's furies know'st to bridle,
Things as they are thy bright eyes see;
Thou wilt not bow thee to the idol,
However bright the diamond be,
Fixed on his brow of mystery.
The golden chains of order bound
The everlasting spheres around
Thou measurest, as those spheres advance
Like bright-eyed virgins in the dance
Of beauty; and no poisoned spear
Wielded by demon hand is there
To wound the heart, the bliss to steal,
Which all creation's tenants feel.
Th' All-former's hidden works are known
To thee—his everlasting will—
Thou seest all upward mounting, still—
Still higher mounting, to the throne,
Where Good, pure Good, resides alone;
Thou seest the fires of discipline,
Improve, sublime, correct, refine—
Till as the mists dissolve away,
In the diffusing smiles of day,
Man glides from mortal to divine.
Dweller in heaven, from heav'n upsprung—
All—all has heavenly looks for thee;
Thou hearest songs in every tongue,
In every motion melody;
Thou bathest in eternal streams
Of endless hope and joy, and findest
Repose and light in all heaven's schemes,
Which seem the strangest and the blindest.
Thou hallowed goddess of my heart,
Tell me, O tell me where thou art!
Where thine eternal home? and say,
May not my spirit wend its way
(For passionate longing might find pinions
To reach even thy sublime dominions)
To thine abode? Can nought but spirit
Thy presence seek, thy friendship merit?
Why struggling after thee, O why,
Sink we in deep obscurity?
Yet when at morning-dawn I bring
A matin-incense to thine altar—
When, tho' I scarcely breathe, but falter,
And at the evening twilight fling
My heart before thee,—on the wing
Of the calm breeze, methinks I hear
Thy voice—O tell me, art thou there?
Methinks, when at the midnight hour,
In solemn silence fluttering by,
The whisper that some viewless power
Passes, in angel-chariot, nigh;
Methinks that whisper needs must be
Some herald's voice announcing thee.