Faust’s Monologue
Up to the hills the slough ascends,
The rotten mud is thick and stinking;
To drain away this deadly stock
Is my concluding task!
I will create a vast, new land,
Where everyone could work unhindered,
Where herds and people will rejoice
And heavens blossom in the wheatfield.
While yonder there the seas enrage
Behind protective walls; we’ll mend
Each minute flaw, each small disorder.
I am devoted to this thought!
My years have not been spent unwrought
For I can see the final wisdom:
He’s only worth a life on Earth -
who perseveres each passing day
to liberate the folks and land.
Then I would say:
The moment, stay!
The ages would not have the strength
To wipe away my trodden steps.
Forerunning this amazing moment,
I have the blessing of the day.
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Wolfgang Goethe - Fausts Monologue
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