Light! more light still! GOETHE. Thou unto whom was given the golden key To unlock the portals of the human mind,— Oh! Spirit grand—adventurous—and free— In that last awful moment didst thou find “_More_ light” than shone upon thy earthly vision? Was the Great Idea to thy sense made clear? The solemn secrets of the veiled Elysian— Say—were they whispered in thy closing ear? “Light! more light still!” it was thy last, _last_ prayer! And oh! how strove thy straining, dying eyes, To pierce the far, impenetrable skies, And read the mighty mystery, written _there_! Alas! to _us_, poor dwellers in the clay, Are given but glimpses of the Land of Day! II.—SCHILLER. “Keep true to the dream of thy youth.” Thy dream of youth! ah, no! it ne’er forsook thee, The worshiped Ideal of thy boyhood’s time; Still pure and beautiful as when it took thee To cross the Holy Land of Truth sublime! So earnest thy Belief—to later age The visions of thy childhood stayed to bless thee— Though sorrow dimmed the lustre of life’s page, And shadows deepened round—and pain opprest thee— The Beauty of thy Being still caressed thee. Still didst thou reverence thine early dream, And woo fair Nature as thy loveliest bride;— Still from thy Soul did Faith’s pure radiance stream, So was the Angel of thy Youth, thy guide, In snow-white raiment clad, forever at thy side. III—RICHTER. My Jean Paul, I shall never forget. HERDER. Never forgotten! still do they enshrine thee The pride and glory of thy Fatherland: Before the altar of the true Shekinah, O priestly poet! it was thine to stand Clothed in the purity of thy high nature— And wearing on thy spiritual features (Illumined with the tenderest charities) A world of kindness for thy fellow creatures. Ah, yes! the Universal heart of man The Holiest of Holies was to thee:— Thy everlasting covenant and plan To love and trust—believe: wait patiently! Never forgotten thou! true Poet of Mankind, Still in their hearts thy words a general echo find. IV—KORNER. “Lord of the Sword and Lyre!”