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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
To Young
By Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock (1724–1803)
 
Translation of William Taylor

DIE, aged prophet! Lo, thy crown of palms
Has long been springing, and the tear of joy
        Quivers on angel-lids
        Astart to welcome thee!
Why linger? Hast thou not already built        5
Above the clouds thy lasting monument?
        Over thy ‘Night Thoughts,’ too,
        The pale free-thinkers watch,
And feel there’s prophecy amid the song
When of the dead-awakening trump it speaks,        10
        Of coming final doom
        And the wise will of Heaven.
Die! Thou hast taught me that the name of death
Is to the just a glorious sound of joy!
        But be my teacher still;        15
        Become my genius there!
 
 
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