Like a new world at its birth;
And I hear strange accents ring,
And a Voice interpreting:
"Choose thy endless loss or gain,
Do thy work and bear thy pain;—
Thou shalt people this new earth!"
Brand.
[Carried away.]
Say, what further!
Agnes.
[Laying her hand on her breast.]
In my soul
I can feel new powers awaking,
I can see a dayspring breaking,
I can feel full floods that roll,
And my heart grows larger, freer,
Clasps the world within its girth,
And a voice interprets: Here
Shalt thou people a new earth!
All the thoughts that men shall utter,
All the deeds men shall achieve,
Waken, whisper, quiver, mutter,
As if now they were to live;
And I rather feel than see
Him who sits enthroned above,
Feel that He looks down on me
Full of sadness and of love,
Tender-bright as morning's breath,
And yet sorrowing unto death:
And I hear strange accents wake:
"Now thou must be made, and make;
Choose thy endless loss or gain!—
Do thy work and bear thy pain!"
