IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd, <br /> <br />Jehovah found, in slumber deep, <br />Adam fast sunk; He gently laid <br /> <br />Eve near him,--she, too, fell asleep. <br />There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine, <br />God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.-- <br />When this He saw, He cried:--'Tis Good!!! <br />And scarce could move from where He stood. <br /> <br />No wonder, that our joy's complete <br />While eye and eye responsive meet, <br />When this blest thought of rapture moves us-- <br />That we're with Him who truly loves us, <br />And if He cries:--Good, let it be! <br />'Tis so for both, it seems to me. <br />Thou'rt clasp'd within these arms of mine, <br />Dearest of all God's thoughts divine!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-good/
