Oh hopeful words, ye stream forth strength to me
From all the worlds: O man, feel thou thyself.
(From rocks and springs resounds: ‘O man, feel thou thyself.’)
Johannes:
Ye make me feel my feebleness, and yet
Ye place me near the highest aims of gods;
And blissfully I feel creative power
From these high aims in my weak, earthly form.
And out of mine own Self shall stand revealed
Those powers, whereof the germ lies hid in me.