Sans - souci, so this host we greet, Their jovial humour showing; There's nowno walking on our feet, So on our heads we're going.The Awkward Ones
Most willingly! And here I have a flask, From which I've sipp'd myself erenow; What's more, it doth no longer stink; To you a glass I joyfully will give.(Aside.)
How mean you that? have you of every sort?
Christ is arisen! Blessed the loving one, Who from earth's trial throes, Healingand strengthening woes, Soars as from prison.
In the currents of life, in action's storm, I float and I wave With billowymotion! Birth and the grave A limitless ocean, A constant weaving Withchange still rife, A restless heaving, A glowing life Thus time's whirring loomunceasing I ply, And weave the life - garment of deity.Faust