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SCENE VIII. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 2 (Faust 1 & 2, Egmont, Natural Daughter, Sorrows of Young Werther) 
Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 2.
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From selfish sorrow I am led away
And others’ woes are plac’d before my ken.
Yet does it not concern thee what shall happen
Unto thy fatherland? With added weight
This settles on my overburden’d heart.
Besides the present evil must I bear
The imaginary burdens of the future?
Then it is true what e’en in childhood’s days
Rang in my ears unconscious, what I heard
In youth and question’d and at last have learn’d
From truthful lips of father and of King:
This realm is threaten’d with a sudden fall;
The elements once fused in mighty life
No longer will reciprocally join
With force of love in unity renew’d
Continually. Scattering, forth they fly,
And each returns unto itself in coldness.
Where was the mighty spirit of our fathers
Which for one purpose brought them into union
That hitherto had stood apart in battle,
And which before this mighty people became
Personified as monarch and as father?
That spirit is no more. What now remains
Is but a spectre which with idle striving
Gropes blindly, hopelessly, for lost possessions.
And could I take such cares across with me?
Could I withdraw me from the common danger?
Could I neglect the chance to show myself
Of courage worthy of my noble sires,
And in a time of trouble by my aid
Shame him who has unworthily oppress’d me?
Now, O my fatherland, thy sacred soil
Has first become my inspiration, now
I feel for the first time the pressing call
To stand by thee so long as life shall last.
I will not let thee go; whate’er the bond
That binds me unto thee is henceforth holy.
Where shall I find that noble-minded man
Who offer’d me his hand so honorably?
To him I will confide my life. In secret
He shall preserve me as a talisman pure!
For if a marvel happens on the earth
It happens through the love of faithful hearts.
The greatness of the peril I dismiss;
I do not dare to think upon my weakness.
A favorable chance when times are ripe
Shall bring to lofty purposes the whole.
And if my father, if my King forget me
Whom once they banish’d and disown’d, their eyes
Astonish’d shall upon me rest, preserv’d
To work for the accomplishment in sorrow
Of what in fortune she had vow’d to do.
He comes! With more delight I see him now
Than when he left me. Seeking me he comes!
He thinks we part; I shall remain to him.