The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1869-01-21
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T. G. KLOPsrncK

Germsny, whose names are record
1nhastWp TAs lygicallwriter, Kl4
stock is, perhaps among the most 5,
cessfui Of any age. He may well
called the Pindar of modern poetr
ef5 he9H afpsEiYr f. hiH in Eiehqs
ana deep feeling, as the Spiritual Mor 10
which he paints excels in intrins
magnifcence, the subjects celebrat,
by the Greeiap poet. His religio-
ODDS, as the FesAvas otSprf,5g, e,lhit
the elevation of the psalmist. A
though his works may not now be
frequently read as the poems of Goetl
and Schiller, yet just as ,trnly AS ot
Milton will be cherished by Engiis
readers, will Klopstock continue thr
all time to be admired by every love
OF German poetry, especially such a
exhibits the truly beautiful and th
highly sublime, W hat fhe Latin poe
Horace boastingly said of himself, viz
T" have finished monument NOR
durable than BRASS we may, withou
exaggeration, assert of this German
poet. In order to. give some fain
idea of'the eharacter- OF his religion,
odes, have translated his "Die Fruh.
lingsfeief, FESTIVAL of Sptfng) as
follows:
II yHoeot rush into the endless
ocean W6ffds-, z wiz iiIf aotL hover
where the first-created, the rejoicing
choirs of the sons OF light, adore,
deeply adore, and, in rapture, disap-
pear, a0nly h6ddtI d single drop of
water in the bucket, only about this
earth will Iahoveria and adore. Halle
lujah! hallelujah! This drop in the
bucket issued from the hand of the
0mnipotent. When, from the hand
of the Omnipotent the greater orbs
burst forth, when the streams of light
darted fort hsad the Pleiades appeared
in the heavens, then, o Drop, thou
didst issnelfrom the hand, of the Om-
nipotent! Who are the thousand
thousand, who all the myriads that
now inhahf ,sahd that have inhabited,
thfs drop and who am L? Hallelu-
JAN to the creating spiritl Yea, more,
as the heavenly orbs which burst
forth; more, as the Pleiades, which
streamed together from the rays of
creative 4igh6r But thou, little worm
of the Spring, tinged with gilded
green, that near me playest, thouIi7ed
and ali, perhaps art not immortal! III
have come hereto adore, and d6 Thot
weep? Forgive, forgive, o thou who
wilt be, a finite creature, these tearsl
Oh thou who wilt lead me through
the gloomy vale OF, death, thou, wilt
dissipdtF alf these doubts for me! I'll
'hall then learn whether this giided
little worm hath an immortal SOUL
Art thou only organized dust, the, off /
'pring of May? then wilt thou again
become flying dust, oFWhat else the
'5sEa99i '59 lEasfllfffrJd oif[g38M
Pour forth tears of joy anew, myl
yes q thog, my harp, praise the
1ord! Mysharpis wreathed again 1
ny harp is wreathed around with
aim leaves; and'oEssiHg to the Lord /!
1ere / stand. Round about me all is
)mnip 5teace, ana pan is owSnder-l,
With deep reverence behold the Gre
ton, sinee thou, 70 Nanfefess, didst
ashton it'll Il -sssf g ,siss ,aaagssM
Ye hreeZes, which blow around me. .
nd with mild, refreshing GOODNESS fan | ,
~ glowing face, Q,Eonderfpl breezes,
ne Lord, the Infinite, hath sent YOU | |
But now ye are still, ye scarcely Ii
reathe; The morning sun becomes !,
lltry: clouds stream upwards; " visi- Il
le is the Eternal, he comesl Now the
'inds hover around, they roar, they
'hirl. How bows the forest. how +
ses the stream! Visible as thou G
INST be to mortals, Yes, thou art 47iisi- !
le, @ Infinite BeingI.
ms lf6rest1 Ebowe IahdA fhe stream =
lshes impetuously along, and yet do e
nqt fall upon my face,?. Lord, Lord, II
Cd, merciful and gracious 2 Thou Ia
mnipotent, have mercy upon me - h
nee night ~ thy VEIL art thouwrath- IS
4? This night is blessing to the lt
rth, o Father, thou art not wrathful | n
comes to refresh the growing 81. \ ing q Corn, m J
ID the heart-rejoicing vine.eaFather, c.
ou art not angryl sao4ss e
o thou Omnipotett, all is now silent n
fore thee! Even the little worm, Il
decked with gold, gives heed. Per- F
ps it is not aonlless; perhaps E its III
lmoffap 2feo az taht l,asfriV 40 9si kTe
y that could extol thee, my Lord, EIa
E,bI Idesiele Thou gdost Eeper,raveal hi
yself more and more glorious; ever tt
night around thee becomes more Ecss
'omy, yet filled with blessings! 4,
See ye the sign of His presence, the II
ickly flashing ray? Hear ye Je-
vah's thunder? Hear ye it, hear We
bssshattering thunder of the lord ? la
0%my Hofd, my Lord ana nv God, lta
sreiful and gracious! adored, ex- Ess
led be- thy glorious name! e
And the stoFm-winds2 q they, bear al
g thunder. How they roar = how m
", with sounding waves, stream N
'ougha the sforestl siAnd,tnow thew is
came silent. q Slowly the black p1
uds move away. -<lSi A-1IJ 81
See ye the new sign of his nearness &C
darling raY3, Hear 8e, s high 4 in the nj
qds the thunder of the Lord? It I
a esdAho9ahsl jehovah [ and the shat st
ed forest exhales with vapors; but at
,our huts; the FathieaF: hath com com 70
Hded his DESTROYER to, pass our tab pc
Iacles unharmed. th
)h, how they rustic how heaven m
earth now rustic, with gracious an
n! How did the earth thirst; vet m
" tits squickenedeand heaven pours tn
On it fnll blessings. m