LET THE LIGHT ENTER.
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Let the Light Enter.
The dying words of Goethe.
"Light! more light! the shadows deepen,
And my life is ebbing low,
Throw the windows widely open:
Light more light! before I go.
And my life is ebbing low,
Throw the windows widely open:
Light more light! before I go.
"Softly let the balmy sunshine
Play around my dying bed,
E'er the dimly lighted valley
I with lonely feet must tread.
Play around my dying bed,
E'er the dimly lighted valley
I with lonely feet must tread.
"Light! more light! for Death is weaving
Shadows 'round my waning sight,
And I fain would gaze upon him
Through a stream of earthly light."
Shadows 'round my waning sight,
And I fain would gaze upon him
Through a stream of earthly light."
Not for greater gifts of genius;
Not for thoughts more grandly bright,
All the dying poet whispers
Is a prayer for light, more light.
Not for thoughts more grandly bright,
All the dying poet whispers
Is a prayer for light, more light.
Heeds he not the gathered laurels,
Fading slowly from his sight;
All the poet's aspirations
Centre in that prayer for light.
Fading slowly from his sight;
All the poet's aspirations
Centre in that prayer for light.
