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Joy, of flame celestial fashioned,
daughter of Elysium,
by that holy fire impassioned
to thy sanctuary we come.
thine the spells that reunited
those estranged by custom dread,
every man a brother plighted
where thy gentle wings are spread.
Millions in our arms we gather,
to the world our kiss be sent!
Past the starry firmament,
|: brothers, dwells a loving father. :|
Who that height of bliss has proved
once a friend of friends to be,
who has won a maid beloved
join us in our jubilee.
who so holds a heart in keeping,
one, in all the world, his own.
Who has failed, let him with weeping
from our fellowship begone!
All the mighty globe containeth
homage to compassion pay!
To the stars she leads the way
where, unknown, the Godhead reigneth.
All drink joy from mother nature,
all she suckled at her breast,
good or evil, every creature,
follows where her foot has pressed.
Love she gave us, passing measure,
one who true in death abode,
e'en the worm was granted pleasure,
angels see the face of God.
Fall ye, millions, fall before him,
Is thy maker, world, unknown?
Far above the stars his throne
yonder seek him and adore him.
Joy, the spring of all contriving,
in eternal nature's plan,
joy set wheels on wheels a-driving
since earth's horologe began;
from the bud the blossom winning
suns from out the sky she drew,
spheres through boundless ether spinning
worlds no gazer's science knew.
Gladsome as her suns and glorious
through the spacious heavens career,
brothers, so your courses steer
heroes joyful and victorious.
She from truth's own mirror shining
casts on sages glances gay,
guides the sufferer unrepining
far up virtue's steepest way;
on the hills of faith all-glorious
mark her sunlit banners fly,
she, in death's despite, victorious,
stands with angels in the sky.
Millions, bravely sorrows bearing,
suffer for a better time!
see, above the starry clime
God a great reward preparing.
Men may never match immortals;
fair it is like Gods to be.
Welcome to our joyous portals
sons of want and poverty.
Rancor and resentment leaving,
be our mortal foe forgiven,
not a sorrow for his grieving,
not a tear to mar his heaven!
Pardon every debt ungrudging,
let all nations be atoned!
God above the stars enthroned
judges us, as we are judging.
Savages drink gentler notions
while the meek learn to be bold
through the joy of sparkling potions
in the goblet's liquid gold.
Brothers, rise! In kindred feeling
let the goblet make the rounds.
While the foam spurts to the ceiling,
drink to him, whose love abounds.
Him, whose praise through stellar spaces
like a seraphs' chorus sounds,
drink to him, whose love abounds,
praise him by your joyous faces.
Hearts in direst need unquailing,
aid to Innocence in woe,
troth eternally unfailing,
loyalty to friend and foe!
Fronting kings, a manly spirit,
though it cost our wealth and blood!
Crowns to naught save noblest merit,
death to all the liars' brood!
Close the holy circle. Ever
swear it by the wine of gold,
swear these sacred vows to hold,
swear it by the stars' lawgiver.
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