After
After the darkness, dawning,
And stir of the rested wing;
Fresh fragrance from the meadow,
Fresh hope in everything!
After the winter, springtime
And dreams, that flower-like throng;
After the tempest, silence;
After the silence, song.
After the heat of anger,
Love, that all life enwraps;
After the stress of battle,
The trumpet sounding " taps. "
After despair and doubting,
A faith without alloy,
God here and over yonder, —
The end of all things — joy!
And stir of the rested wing;
Fresh fragrance from the meadow,
Fresh hope in everything!
After the winter, springtime
And dreams, that flower-like throng;
After the tempest, silence;
After the silence, song.
After the heat of anger,
Love, that all life enwraps;
After the stress of battle,
The trumpet sounding " taps. "
After despair and doubting,
A faith without alloy,
God here and over yonder, —
The end of all things — joy!
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