An Adventure

Tochter aus Elysium, wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
was die Mode streng geteilt:
alle Menschen werden Brüder,
wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

 Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
Touched with fire, to the portal,
Of thy radiant shrine, we come.
Your sweet magic frees all others,
Held in Custom’s rigid rings.
All men on earth become brothers,
In the haven of your wings.

— Friedrich Schiller

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