I feel them sounding in my very soul, Rousing themselves to grant me strength and power. The light doth live in me; the brightness speaks Around me; soul light germinates in me; The brightness of all worlds creates in me: O man, experience and feel thyself; (From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself.') JOHANNES: I find myself secure on every side, Where'er these words of power do follow me. They will give light in sense-life's darkened ways: They will sustain me on the spirit-heights: Soul-substance will they pour into my heart Through all the æons of eternity. I feel the essence of the worlds in me, And I must find myself in all the worlds. I gaze upon the nature of my soul, Which mine own power hath vivified; I rest Within myself; I look on rocks and springs; They speak the native language of my soul. I find myself again within that soul, Into whose life I brought such bitter grief; And out of her I call unto myself: 'Thou must find me again and ease my pain.' The spirit-light will give to me the strength To live this other self in its own self. 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. And I will give myself unto the world By living out mine own essential life; Yea, all the might of these words will I feel, Which sound within me softly at the first. They shall become for me a quickening fire In my soul-powers and on my spirit-paths. I feel how now my very thought doth pierce To deep-concealed foundations of the world; And how it streams through them with radiant light. E'en thus doth work the fructifying power Of these same words: O man, feel thou thyself. (From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself!') From heights of light a being shines on me, And I feel wings to lift myself to him: I too will free myself, like all those souls, Who conquered self. (From springs and rocks resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself.') That being do I see Whom I would fain be like in future times. The spirit in me shall grow free, through thee Sublime example, I will follow thee. (Enter Maria) JOHANNES: The spirit-beings, who did take me up, Have woken now the vision of my soul. And as I gaze into the spirit worlds, I feel in mine own self the quickening power Of these same words: O man, feel thou thyself. (From springs and rocks resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself!') JOHANNES: