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Friedrich Schiller - The Proverbs Of Confucius
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Threefold is the march of time
  While the future slow advances,
  Like a dart the present glances,
Silent stands the past sublime.

No impatience e`er can speed him
  On his course if he delay;
No alarm, no doubts impede him
  If he keep his onward way;
No regrets, no magic numbers
Wake the tranced one from his slumbers.
Wouldst thou wisely and with pleasure,
Pass the days of life`s short measure,
From the slow one counsel take,
But a tool of him ne`er make;
Ne`er as friend the swift one know,
Nor the constant one as foe!

    II.

Threefold is the form of space:
Length, with ever restless motion,
Seeks eternity`s wide ocean;
Breadth with boundless sway extends;
Depth to unknown realms descends.

All as types to thee are given;
Thou must onward strive for heaven,
Never still or weary be
Would`st thou perfect glory see;
Far must thy researches go.
Wouldst thou learn the world to know;
Thou must tempt the dark abyss
Wouldst thou prove what Being is.

Naught but firmness gains the prize,—
Naught but fulness makes us wise,—
Buried deep, truth ever lies!
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