My land, my age, my race, for once to serve in songs, (Sprouts, tokens ever of death indeed the same as life,) To grace the bush I love-to sing with the birds, A warble for joy of Lilac-time. Walt Whitman SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE IKE souls that balance joy and pain, again The maiden Spring upon the plain In crystal vapor everywhere Sometimes the linnet piped his song: Then, in the boyhood of the year, She seem'd a part of joyous Spring: A gown of grass-green silk she wore, Now on some twisted ivy-net, Her cream-white mule his pastern set: When all the glimmering moorland rings As she fled fast thro' sun and shade, The rein with dainty finger-tips, Alfred, Lord Tennyson To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower; William Blake Die Geisterwelt ist nicht verschlossen; Goethe SURSUM CORDA O THE CANTICLE OF THE SUN MOST high, almighty, good Lord God, to thee belong praise, glory honor, and all blessing! Praised be my Lord with all his creatures; and specially our brother the sun, who brings us the day, and who brings us the light; fair is he, and shining with a very great splendor: O Lord, he signifies to us thee! Praised be my Lord for our sister the moon, and for the stars, the which he has set clear and lovely in heaven. Praised be my Lord for our brother the wind, and for air and cloud, calms and all weather, by the which thou upholdest in life all creatures. Praised be my Lord for our sister water, who is very serviceable unto us, and humble, and precious, and clean. Praised be my Lord for our brother fire, through whom thou givest us light in the darkness; and he is bright and pleasant, and very mighty and strong. Praised be my Lord for our mother the earth, the which doth sustain us and keep us, and bringeth forth divers fruits, and flowers of many colours, and grass. Praised be my Lord for all those who pardon one another for his love's sake, and who endure weakness and tribulation; blessed are they who |