X. The Fairy Tale of the Green Snake and the Beautiful Lily
> In our pure hearts there surges a striving > to voluntarily give ourselves to a higher, purer, unknown > out of gratitude, > to unravel the eternal unnamed > We call it: being pious! — Such blessed heights > I feel I am part of when I stand before her. > Before her gaze, as before the sun's reign > Before her breath, as before spring breezes > Melts, as long as the icy, rigid hold > The self-will deep in wintery tombs > No self-interest, no self-will lasts > Before her coming, they have shivered away.
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