The Mason's Lodge - Johann Von Goethe

The Future hides in it
Gladness and sorrow:
We press still forward
Nought that abides in it
Daunting us onward.

And solemn before us,
veiled, the dark Portal,
Goal of all mortal:
Stars silent rest o'er us,
Graves under us, silent.

While earnest thou gazest
Comes boding of terror,
Comes phantasm and error
Perplexing the bravest
With doubt and misgiving.

But heard are the voices,
Heard are the Sages,
The Worlds and the Ages:
Choose well; your choice is
Brief, and yet endless.

Here eyes do regard you
In Eternity's stillness;
Here is all fulness,
Ye brave, to reward you,
Work and despair not."

"Work and despair not"
"Wir Heissen Euch Hoffen"
"we bid you be of hope".
Let that be my last word.”