Spirit Song Over The Waters

HE soul of

Resembleth water:

From heaven it cometh,

To heaven it soareth.

And then

To earth descendeth,

Changing ever.

Down from the

Rocky

Streams the bright flood,

Then spreadeth

In cloudy billowsO'er the smooth rock,

And welcomed kindly,

Veiling, on roams it,

Soft murmuring,

Tow'rd the abyss.

Cliffs

Oppose its progress,—Angrily foams

Down to the bottom,

Step by step.

Now, in flat channel,

Through the meadowland steals it,

And in the polish'd

Each

Joyously peepeth.

Wind is the

Wooer of waters;

Wind blends

Billows all-foaming.

Spirit of man,

Thou art like unto water!

Fortune of man,

Thou art like unto wind!