Courage! for life is striding To endless life along; The sense in love abiding, Grows clearer and more strong. One day the stars, down dripping, Shall flow in golden wine: We, of that nectar sipping, As living stars will shine.

 Free, from the tomb emerges Love, to die never more; Fulfilled, life heaves and surges A sea without a shore. All night! all blissful leisure! One jubilating ode! And the sun of all our pleasure The countenance of God.

 - Novalis, Hymns to the Night (translated by George Macdonald )