Really, how simple you have made my task:
No cumbersome planning, no dubious design,
Only a sincere attitude you ask
And ever towards you my life align.

You have shown my thought its imbecility
In a hushed miracle of silver light,
Bringing knowledge from infinity
You have bestowed sight on vaster sight.

Ardour I called mine you have cooled
With a fulfilling joy of enormous peace;
In the calm I feel with my senses overruled
The pitch of a curious thrill increase.

Common clay moulded into limbs,
Made by your touch hyaline,
That fill with the melody of your hymns:
I am a pitcher brimmed by your wine.



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