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Слушать(AI)It Is Good
IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd,
Jehovah found, in slumber deep,
Adam fast sunk;
He gently
Eve near him,—she, too, fell asleep.
There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,
God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.—When this He saw,
He cried:—'Tis Good!!!
And scarce could move from where He stood.
No wonder, that our joy's
While eye and eye responsive meet,
When this blest thought of rapture moves us—That we're with Him who truly loves us,
And if He cries:—Good, let it be!'Tis so for both, it seems to me.
Thou'rt clasp'd within these arms of mine,
Dearest of all God's thoughts divine!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832) was a German writer and statesman. His works include: four novels; epic and lyric po
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