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Dying Words of Goethe / Light! more light! the shadows deepen, / And my life is ebbing low, / Throw the windows widely open!
Light! more light! before I go.
Softly let the balmy sunshine / Play around my dying bed, / E'er the dimly lighted valley / I with lonely feet shall tread.
Light! more light! for death is weaving / Shadows round my waning sight, / And I fain would gaze upon him / Through a stream of earthly light.
Not for greater gifts of genius, / Nor for thoughts more grandly bright, / All the dying poet whispers / Is a prayer for light, more light.
Heeds he not the gathered laurels, / Fading slowly from his sight; / All the poet's aspirations / Centre in that prayer for light.
Blessed Jesus, when our day dreams / Melt and vanish from the sight, / May our dim and longing vision / Then be blessed with light, more light!