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"Like sleeping infants the gods breathe without any plan; the spirit flourishes continually in them,
chastely kept, as in a small bud, and their holy eyes look out in still eternal clearness."
Friedrich Hölderlin, Hyperion's Song of Destiny, Hyperion; or, The Hermit in Greece, Vol. II, 1799. 

[Schicksallos, wie der schlafende 
    Säugling, atmen die Himmlischen; 
       Keusch bewahrt 
          In bescheidener Knospe, 
             Blühet ewig 
                Ihnen der Geist, 
                   Und die seligen Augen 
                      Blicken in stiller 
                         Ewiger Klarheit.]
Friedrich Hölderlin, Hyperions Schicksalslied, 1799 [verses were indented for a staircase effect.]