IT IS GOOD
by: Johann Wolfgang von
- N Paradise while moonbeams played,
- Jehovah found, in slumber deep,
- Adam fast sunk; He gently laid
- Eve near him -- she, too, fell asleep.
- There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,
- God's two most beauteous thoughts divine--
- When this He saw, He cried: 'Tis good!
- And scarce could move from where He stood.
- No wonder, that our joy's complete
- While eye and eye responsive meet,
- When this blest thought of rapture moves us--
- That we're with Him who truly loves us,
- And if He cries -- Good, let it be!
- 'Tis so for both, it seems to me.
- Thou'rt clasped within these arms of mine,
- Dearest of all God's thoughts divine!
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John Storer Cobb's English translation
of 'It is Good' was first published in Goethe: Poetical Works,
vol. II. Boston: Francis A Niccolls & Company, 1902.