Johann Rudolf Zumsteeg: His Short Biography and Aesthetic Representation of His Works (1810) - Page 18

But gone is that noble spirit,

Who lives eternally in his works,

Lifting the bosoms of distant descendants,

Now thrice blessed, received

By the jubilant circle,

A noble reward for earthly toil!

Brother! Brother! it echoes from above.

Hardly has he raised his gaze,

What delight! Handel, Hasse, Graun,

To see him, drunk with joy!

And those who fell asleep shortly before him,

Who ran with him toward the wreath,

Mozart, Naumann, still a friend in life,

Now eternally united with him.

Also the poets whom he prized and knew,

Those immortals alongside him,

Whose fire burned like his own,

Happily bid him welcome.

But what deity do I see hovering,

Through the high path of radiance,

Who, surrounded by heavenly light,

Approaches the new guest?

“Noble son, you have succeeded,

“In what was the youth’s striving!