My Friend, My Brother!
My friend, my brother, weary, suffering brother, whoever you be, be not discouraged: let untruth and evil have full sway upon earth that is watered with tears, let the sacred ideal be crushed and defamed, let them shed the innocent blood: — believe me, the time is coming when Baal will perish, and Love will return upon earth!
Not with a crown of thorns, nor oppressed with chains, nor with a cross upon his bent shoulders, — he will come into the world in his strength and splendor, in his hands a bright torch of glory. There will be in the world neither tears, nor warring, nor crossless graves, nor serfs, nor cheerless, deadening want, nor the sword, nor pillory.
O my friend! That bright vision is not a dream, nor an empty hope: look about you, — everywhere evil oppresses too much, everywhere night is too dark! The world will grow tired of torments, will drown in the blood, will get weary of senseless battles, — and it will raise to Love, to unhampered Love its eyes, full of yearning prayer — —
Not with a crown of thorns, nor oppressed with chains, nor with a cross upon his bent shoulders, — he will come into the world in his strength and splendor, in his hands a bright torch of glory. There will be in the world neither tears, nor warring, nor crossless graves, nor serfs, nor cheerless, deadening want, nor the sword, nor pillory.
O my friend! That bright vision is not a dream, nor an empty hope: look about you, — everywhere evil oppresses too much, everywhere night is too dark! The world will grow tired of torments, will drown in the blood, will get weary of senseless battles, — and it will raise to Love, to unhampered Love its eyes, full of yearning prayer — —
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