Darest thou now O soul，

    Walk out with me toward the unknown region，

    Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow？

    No map there， nor guide，

    Nor voice sounding， nor touch of human hand，

    Nor face with blooming flesh， nor lips， nor eyes， are in that

    land.

    I know it not O soul，

    Nor dost thou， all is a blank before us，

    All waits undream'd of in that region， that inaccessible¹ land.

    Till when the ties loosen，

    All but the ties eternal， Time and Space，

    Nor darkness， gravitation， sense， nor any bounds bounding

    us.

    Then we burst forth²， we float，

    In Time and Space O soul， prepared for them，

    Equal， equipt at last， （O joy！ O fruit of all！） them to fulfil O

    soul.