O Soul, what if one Star should falter in the Dance?
His Will is Order ever founding: Allah hu!
Who knows Love's mazy circling, ever lives in God;
For Death, he knows, is Love abounding: Allah hu!
[25] He is God.
Spring
VII.
O Eyes, go forth the Spring to view,
That smiles upon our Plains anew.
A Heavenly Child in cradling Flowers,