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no Gerhart Hauptmann
The first waking peal
Shall shake the skies when, from the somber clouds
That weighed upon us through the winter night,
Rivers of jewels shall go rushing down
Into a million hands outstretched to clutch!
Then all who drooped, with sudden power inflamed,
Shall bear their treasure homeward to their huts,
There to unfurl, at last, the silken banners,
Waiting so long, so long to be upraised.
And now the wondrous chime again rings out,
Filling the air with such sweet, passionate sound
As makes each breast to sob with rapturous pain.
It sings a song, long lost and long forgotten,
A song of home a childlike song of Love,
Born in the waters of some fairy well
Known to all mortals, and yet heard of nonel
And as it rises, softly first, and low,
The nightingale and dove seem singing, too ;
And all the ice in every human breast
Is melted, and the hate, and pain, and woe,
Stream out in tears.
Indeed a wondrous bell, as only those can forge
who have reached the mountain top, they who
can soar upon the wings of their imagination high
above the valley of the commonplace, above the
dismal gray of petty consideration, beyond the
reach of the cold, stifling grip of reality, higher,
ever higher, to kiss the sun-lit sky.
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