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Uplifted is the stone
  And all mankind arisen!
We are thy very own,
  We are no more in prison!
What bitterest grief can stay
  Beside thy golden cup,
When earth and life give way
  And with our Lord we sup!

To the marriage Death doth call,
  The lamps are burning clear,
The virgins, ready all,
  Have for their oil no fear.
Would that even now were ringing
  The distance with thy throng!
And that the stars were singing
  To us a human song!

Courage! for life is hasting
  To endless life away;
The inward fire, unwasting,
  Transfigures our dull clay!
See the stars melting, sinking
  In life-wine golden-bright!
We, of the splendour drinking,
  Shall grow to stars of light.

Lost, lost are all our losses!
  Love is for ever free!
The full life heaves and tosses
  Like an unbounded sea!
One live, eternal story!
  One poem high and broad!
And sun of all our glory
  The countenance of God!