The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Park
How beautiful! A garden fair is heaven,
Flowers of all hues, and smiling in the sun,
Where all was waste and wilderness before.
Well do ye imitate, ye gods of earth,
The great Creator. Rock, and lake, and glade,
Birds, fishes, and untamed beasts are here.
Your work were all an Eden but for this—
Here is no man unconscious of a pang,
No perfect Sabbath of unbroken rest.